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The Telling Of
I heard a story the other day, telling of a man, simple in his ways.
This simple man never faltered to indecision he could not conquer.
He held stead fast to his honor, an unwavering eye to always ponder.
A fateful meeting of chance, left him beaten to die without comfort of life.
Trying to stand on shaky legs, bones shattered, unable to support his weight.
Crawling upon bloody knees, pulling himself along the grime of the streets.
No one bothered to even try, nor noticed the tears in his eyes; fighting to breath through cracked ribs and grinding teeth.
He falls, tasting the spoiled earth, exhaling stale air of a dying world for the final time. There he lays in a pool of his own blood, clutching his fists, holding on to love.
This simple man never faltered to indecision he could not conquer.
He held stead fast to his honor, an unwavering eye to always ponder.
A fateful meeting of chance, left him beaten to die without comfort of life.
Trying to stand on shaky legs, bones shattered, unable to support his weight.
Crawling upon bloody knees, pulling himself along the grime of the streets.
No one bothered to even try, nor noticed the tears in his eyes; fighting to breath through cracked ribs and grinding teeth.
He falls, tasting the spoiled earth, exhaling stale air of a dying world for the final time. There he lays in a pool of his own blood, clutching his fists, holding on to love.
Published 5th Jun 2016
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5th Jun 2016 10:38pm
To me it holds a touch of romance (I am strange), a story more bitter then sweet.
It reminds my of a man living on the streets, who writes of his dreams, and shares them. Very angry with the world, yet he said, "loving the devil won't make him love you back."
your last line,
There he lays in a pool of his own blood, clutching his fists, holding onto love,
made me think of him. Needless to say I enjoyed this very much, thank you.
It reminds my of a man living on the streets, who writes of his dreams, and shares them. Very angry with the world, yet he said, "loving the devil won't make him love you back."
your last line,
There he lays in a pool of his own blood, clutching his fists, holding onto love,
made me think of him. Needless to say I enjoyed this very much, thank you.
5th Jun 2016 11:27pm
I thank you for your comment for truly it touches me. I am honored and humbled. Your words resonate and speak truth, I admire your understanding. Much respect
Anonymous
14th Jun 2016 11:32pm
"No one ... noticed the tears in his eyes" - In our selfishness, we become blind. You have a beautiful way of writing harsh realities.
