The Lonely Man Poem by Vincent Topp

The Lonely Man

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The sweetest taste, is bitter now
My purest thoughts are poisoned through.
The ghost of fate, keeps mocking me
Every scar I’ve earnt, every drink I’ve drowned.
I’ve felt the joy, of the thing called sin
I’ve stole and bought but never received.
I’ve had my fill, my spilling cup
But now I’m empty, a shell of fear and doubt.
Stand not so tall now, my voice breaks up
I never believed the pace would slow.
Now I feel the cold and I count the suns
The man who wears the guilty coat should realise, that life will have the last laugh, you won't outrun your lies.
And now I feel what silence means,
In all its taunting.
Look to the heaven that I don’t believe is there for me anymore,
But who I was isn’t who I’ve become.

Tuesday, April 8, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: regret
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Colleen Courtney 08 April 2014

Great write! Full of feeling and beautifully conveyed! Nice! ! !

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