ten days of poetry day 1

depression poem... sorry guys n gals...

Like Elvis!

Much as I love poetry,
I loathe to say, life has snuck
in at the door and the Muse has gone away.
.
Dreams of once was are past;
only here remains, loves are distant memories -
a blank wall is at my back. Poverty and pain -
.
are the bricks of choice. Life is set
to build a bridge across the sea of plenty.
Join in, hold hands in an empty gesture
.
of anarchy, we've nothing to lose -
by holding a human barrier to fame.
Poetry is the brainchild of a ready mind.
.
Outside the deep sea is blowing in;
a force 10 gale, and in it float the jetsam;
the poor and homeless too...
.
Down to the unknown graves -
goes Mum and Dadda too... crocodile tears
ease the day, so that no one pays the bills.
.
And in the awesome dreadful mess
poetry has left.
Just like Elvis.
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(c) RJL 2013