Man lying in the street
Bottle by his side
Kids in another state
His wife has died
Numbing his pain in a
Bottle, liquid fire
Finding out whiskey
Is nothing but a liar
Tears come as he pours
The whiskey down
Pain still there, coldness
All around
Clocks tick on...as sands from an Hourglass....
Giving out of time.....going too Fast.....
Little girl laying on her bed
Tears on her face
She feels like she don't
Belong anyplace
Daddys at the bar again
She wished he'd stay
She can't bear his rage
For another day
Bruises on her body
Sore and alone
No one to protect her
Since her Mommy's gone
Clock ticks on...as sands from and Hourglass...
Giving out of time...Going too
Fast...
Man holding a gun, His
World spinning around
His wife walked out
Living somewhere downtown
Deafening silence, he
Can't take anymore
His life ended when she
Walked out the door
Darkness engulfing him
Like the claws of death
Waiting like a vulture
For his last breath
Clock ticks on...as sands from and Hourglass....
Giving out of time......going to
Fast...
wonderful verses.I like the verses'clocks ticks on...'.I'll keep those words in my mind forever.
Reviewed by Sanil nath (Reader)
Reviewed on March 30, 2003
Wonderful Repost.
Eventhough i hate your reposts. i can understand your heart. Wished you always come to us with new poems and made the ad happy.
Wish you all happiness.
Keep smiling and take care.
~Sanilnath
Reviewed by the pahntom pheonix
Reviewed on March 30, 2003
this was sqad and truthful time goestoofast you are a remarkable and excellently talented poet nice job on this fatnastic poem
Reviewed by na na (Reader)
Reviewed on March 30, 2003
Yes Linda ... sands through an hour glass as
time ticks away, and as our lives tick away;
searching for love and happiness. We are like the unfortunates souls you describe. Neither one of will win in what we are doing. Me loving you in a dead relationship, and you deluding your self and attempting to fly while tied to someone else in a dead relationship. Que Sera Sera. Someone close will know soon. And then what? Love you. Bill
Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
Reviewed on March 30, 2003
Tragic vignettes. We need to get you into another part of town. [smiles]
Well done.
This was an awakening to the mind. You always seem to touch on things most would rather not recognize. And you always do it with poise and grace,,,Thanks Linda,,Lisa
Reviewed by Tony Nerone (Reader)
Reviewed on March 30, 2003
Hi Linda, I can relate somewhat to this literary gem. Except I took care of my kids. As always you capture the mood of every piece.
yf
tony
Reviewed by Joel Raja Kumar J (Reader)
Reviewed on March 30, 2003
Lovely Linda as only you can do. What most ignore you capture with such beauty, though it is so painful.
'Better Without You'is a compelling narrative that explores the complexities of an affair, hidden secrets, and abuse. It also highlights a daughter's heartfelt journey as she cares for her mother who is battling dementia.
A homonymless man writes shows what it's like to look up the laid he skirts when you’re lying prone(d) to the sidewalk, beer / joint / needle dangling from your hand /lips / arm.
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Eventhough i hate your reposts. i can understand your heart. Wished you always come to us with new poems and made the ad happy.
Wish you all happiness.
Keep smiling and take care.
~Sanilnath
time ticks away, and as our lives tick away;
searching for love and happiness. We are like the unfortunates souls you describe. Neither one of will win in what we are doing. Me loving you in a dead relationship, and you deluding your self and attempting to fly while tied to someone else in a dead relationship. Que Sera Sera. Someone close will know soon. And then what? Love you. Bill
Well done.
Excellent poem,
Reindeer
Beautiful write!!!
Peg
Jill
yf
tony
Love from India - Joel -