burnt toast wakes him up in the morning,
cold cups of coffee
and a yelping dog.
half-smoked cigarettes
litter his tables,
flannel shirts and dirty socks
covering the wood floor.
he doesn’t mind.
he’s a tired man,
a dreaming man,
a broken man.
spiderwebs are his only company—
even his dog scratches the door
to get away.
he doesn’t mind.
he shaves his beard
because he likes the feel of stubble
and the smell of the cream.
his mugs are all chipped
and his shoes are rat-bitten.
he doesn’t mind.
his eyes are always bloodshot
and swollen.
he’s a tired man;
sleepless nights crowd his thoughts,
memories crowd his mind.
and he lets them.
he’s a dreaming man;
he watches the squirrels
as they race up tree trunks.
he watches sunrises and sunsets.
he’s a broken man;
his daughter died on the eleventh.
and then his life fell apart.
cold cups of coffee
and a yelping dog.
half-smoked cigarettes
litter his tables,
flannel shirts and dirty socks
covering the wood floor.
he doesn’t mind.
he’s a tired man,
a dreaming man,
a broken man.
spiderwebs are his only company—
even his dog scratches the door
to get away.
he doesn’t mind.
he shaves his beard
because he likes the feel of stubble
and the smell of the cream.
his mugs are all chipped
and his shoes are rat-bitten.
he doesn’t mind.
his eyes are always bloodshot
and swollen.
he’s a tired man;
sleepless nights crowd his thoughts,
memories crowd his mind.
and he lets them.
he’s a dreaming man;
he watches the squirrels
as they race up tree trunks.
he watches sunrises and sunsets.
he’s a broken man;
his daughter died on the eleventh.
and then his life fell apart.
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thegreenone
Jul 04, 2021
I wish someone could tell this man that nobody is meant to live in this world forever. We all have to die. It's normal to mourn for someone, but that doesn't mean you should give up on life just because you've lost that person most dearest to you. The person who has passed away doesn't want the mourner to be miserable 24/7, but to carry on with life and remember him or her.
Great poem.
no way a male poet?! yes way