The Pessimist. Poem by maitreyi menon

The Pessimist.



There he walks,
In his black cold coat
casting shadow,
devouring light
There he is,
the pessimist,
Oh never get near to him,
or he will squeeze you
with his pale white hands
and blood red scarf.
there he walks, the pessimist.....

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Simon Collins 23 May 2012

I like this vivid description, thanks

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Joseph Poewhit 23 May 2012

I like the - black cold coat - really hits the nail on the head

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