Treasure Island

Hazel Durham


The Laughing Stars


He lives deep inside himself with burnt out emotions,
He can stll hear his piercing scream's,
When he had a bad fall from a horse in a race,
That ended all his dream's,
His chance gone at becoming top jockey,
He clung desperately onto his fading career,
But the ugly truth has taken hold,
He is stalked by fear.



His bitterness wrenches his heart,
He lives in a small two roomed flat,
Simpe and plain,
He's headman now at a small riding stables,
He ties himself down with an invisible chain,
As his heart bleed's because he has fled,
From the spotlight with the side effects,
Of the steel plate inside his head.



He makes his life comfortable,
He has a fiery temper but he's a hard worker,
Every evening he sit's in the same spot in the local pub,
Talking to the same people,
Drinking his usual pint of Guinness,
Everything the same, until he drives the short journey home,
The mountains looming,
Like giant creatures lurking.



His dream's always come back to knock him out cold,
With his feeling's of been a loner and a loser,
His heart locked and the key lost on the racecourse,
His brown eyes turn black with rage,
Now he exists on a poor wage,
He survives with his good sense of humour,
And his weapon of sarcasm,
Filling the empty chasm.



He now stand's staring at the darkened stable yard,
Fleetingly for a second he believe's he has done well,
Then he glances at the galaxy of stars,
Looking and laughing down at him from afar,
With their aloofness and untouchable presence,
He remembers the scenes in the winners enclosure,
With the crowd cheers,
All he's left with is his deep fears.



His eyes have lost their light,
Without his souls inner sight,
He steps quickly inside his front door,
Away from his glory day's,
Away from the brilliant stars of the night,
Mocking him,
At losing his lonely fight.

Submitted: Friday, September 06, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 09, 2013

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  • Lucifera Santez (11/26/2013 5:38:00 AM)

    wow hazel, you rock.
    this is a masterpiece.
    as usual your amazing work.
    awesome hazel, this is awesome.
    i love it.
    :) (Report) Reply

  • Paul Brookes (11/17/2013 3:44:00 PM)

    Such a powerful poem of winning and losing life and death. I like the way it draws the reader in its drama and sadness.10/10 BB : O) (Report) Reply

  • Kanav Justa (11/2/2013 3:30:00 PM)

    ... the way you expressed was simply awsom.... the choice of words... well done... (Report) Reply

  • Abhishek Mishra (9/28/2013 4:37:00 AM)

    Speaking words..a great poem indeed: -)
    please read my poems and comment if you find them worth. (Report) Reply

  • Ellias Anderson (9/22/2013 4:33:00 AM)

    well, nothing is stable in our world except death...
    laughing stars is a nice topic and remind me lots of nice imaginations...
    i loveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee this poem
    nice story (Report) Reply

  • Valerie Dohren (9/19/2013 1:02:00 PM)

    Life has a habit of kicking one in the teeth and turning everything upside down - a great story expressing how things can change in an instant. (Report) Reply

  • Valsa George (9/16/2013 12:13:00 AM)

    For a person who once reached the acme and later fallen, life will be miserable and he will have a tendency to lose himself in the glory once gained and now lost. This makes him irritable and dejected. The travail of his mind is powerfully brought out! (Report) Reply

  • Deepak Sawhney (9/15/2013 1:18:00 AM)

    The pinnacle is not only a dangerous place to be at, but very difficult to hold on to too. Unfortunately fate can be diabolical & pull a person down even before he reaches the top.
    A friend survived an air crash where his chances of survival were less than 1-2 %. A couple of months down the line, he had a major heart attack. He survived but found it nigh impossible to cope with the loss of would he could have been. I guess coping with tragic events are individual strengths/weaknesses.
    A beautiful & realistic write, laying bare the aftermath of one such event. (Report) Reply

  • Lyn Paul (9/13/2013 12:13:00 AM)

    What once was, just how quickly life can turn around. A great write Hazel. Thank you (Report) Reply

  • Anthony Di''anno (9/12/2013 7:50:00 AM)

    An excellant insight Hazel. I once knew a footballer who had played at the highest level for his club and country. After he retired, in his thirties he turned to drink. Within a few years he had lost his home and 'friends'. He eventually drunk himself to death. It was so sad. Your words remind me of him. In many ways you could have been writing about him.
    Very well written :) (Report) Reply

  • Dinesh Nair (9/12/2013 6:19:00 AM)

    Moving but therefore great a write! Your reading of someone`s mind has a wonderful range and there can be no finer tribute paid to a man in struggles. Thank you Hazel for this September poem.. (Report) Reply

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