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death before new year
Death before the NEW YEAR
For a week I heard music from his house, it went on day and night, but not loud enough to annoy anyone. Last time I saw him, he looked ravaged by
his drug addiction remembered him as a young man,
I knew he was gay which is a no; in our little village, we all turned a blind eye.
His addiction had made him ugly I thought of the painting in the attic
in the book Dorian Grey, by Oscar Wilde, it was shortly
before the New Year, he was found dead in a filthy little hotel.
At fifty-two he was too young to die, but his last twenty years
had been a struggle against heroin, or some other drug,
perhaps it was for the best. That sentence was disgustingly trite,
what the hell do I know?
For a week I heard music from his house, it went on day and night, but not loud enough to annoy anyone. Last time I saw him, he looked ravaged by
his drug addiction remembered him as a young man,
I knew he was gay which is a no; in our little village, we all turned a blind eye.
His addiction had made him ugly I thought of the painting in the attic
in the book Dorian Grey, by Oscar Wilde, it was shortly
before the New Year, he was found dead in a filthy little hotel.
At fifty-two he was too young to die, but his last twenty years
had been a struggle against heroin, or some other drug,
perhaps it was for the best. That sentence was disgustingly trite,
what the hell do I know?
Published 13th Jan 2018
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yes,
what the 'hell' do we know?!
another example in my view
of us as a society's misplaced compassion.
new year not far from Christmas Spirit!
expression.
a poetic note.
what the 'hell' do we know?!
another example in my view
of us as a society's misplaced compassion.
new year not far from Christmas Spirit!
expression.
a poetic note.
13th Jan 2018 11:48am
