An Indistinguishable (Distinguished Only in Deformities)

 

 

He sits not knowing how many he’s touched,

Never conceding his own life of bitterness

As daily he wishes only for the pain to stop,

He like many, joined a chorus of discord

Where harmonies were never

Sweet but, fraught with tensions

And atmospherics,

     Only gave hint of a dying space

Where each one,

Each act wanted the curtain fall,

 

     Meaning, became drowned in

Images of deformity – the babes

Born to a host of chemicals

And he swore he would drink himself

And never, wake sober

To a nightmare that punished

Everyone who thought they knew it all.

 

     Hell was for sinners,

That much he knew,

But here on Earth,

Warfare must be

Feared both by men

And devil alike,

For war took sinners yes,

But Mums, Dads, Children

Born innocent,

 

     Indiscriminate heckling

Of both Politician

And General fell upon deaf ears,

While babes screamed

But could not see

And he,

     Falling down a deep

Well of alcohol he hoped

Would never see light of day,

Felt certain that nothing,

Nothing of all the days he lived,

Meant anything in all his sorrowed years,

     He prayed that once sleeping

He never would awake.

 

Michael J Waite 1^st October 2013.