Dead Man
A dead man they called it,
a being without heart.
In a coffin shaped rounded,
inscribed with jewels
such was the art.
I watched it as it rose up ,
I caught his eye as it walked.
and I found my vision broke up,
when I tried to throw a rock.
I wondered what just happened,
I tried to investigate the dark.
and I was amazed
and little saddened,
when I saw the wind cracked.
I looked for an explanation,
I tried to understand why.
It felt like a reflection
of no one but my.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
