Where has all the poetry gone? Pen? Luna? You 2 must be busy! Haven't seen you much here lately, but all your posts are still just as great to read! Thought I'd add one of my 'story' poems to Poetry Corner as food for thought regarding addictions . . .
Donny Who?
He took up smoking cigarettes at the gentle age of '5'
No one even cared enough about his soul to question 'why?'
He'd roll his sleeping mattress out - on the floor - when he grew tired
His tattered one armed teddy tucked for comfort by his side
His Mom did not speak English well; she was pre-occupied
And no one taught him right from wrong; or scolded him for lying
I wonder as I reminisce and contemplate his life
Why was it no one shed a tear
When they heard that Donny died?
I didn't know him well at all; but I'd see him at his best
He'd pace my drugstore aisles as he awaited his next 'fix'
He'd start with good behavior; putting on his finest shine
Waxing philosophical; rehearsing his next line
But when I'd tell him no drugs had come for him; confirming his worst fears
He'd raise his fists in indignation; masking angry tears
So dark his clouded countenance; regretful - his blue eyes
'Cause he still had not learned right from wrong; or broken off from lying
I reminisce as I reflect; and contemplate his life
How could it be that no one shed a tear
When they heard that Donny died?
I wish he could have met the Guardian Angels at the school
Whose Grace outshone the blackest hearts; who did reveal the truth
But he arrived too late for class; so easily led astray
He stumbled down the Rat Hole; and was quickly snatched away
Forgive me as I reminisce and contemplate his life
How harsh it is to realize
That no one even shed a tear
When they heard that Donny died.
By Eya