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Destroyed

What looks good to a ruined man who ponders what might have been; whose cherished thoughts are a lurid scowl for the days that he couldn’t have seen. What looks good to a ruined man when he sees his labour of passion, that he’s building up for the family tree, destroyed and gone out of fashion. What looks good to a ruined man as he broods on his world that mattered. Why there’s nothing left but an empty shell, leaving him lonely and shattered. Crushed by what he failed to observe; horrified by his failure to scan. Destroyed by the dream that was his alone - so what looks good to a ruined man?

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Angela Crabtree

Date: 12/30/2020 6:37:00 PM

Seems to depict a lot about 2020 devastation. Hopefully, next year will be much better for all. A great write, Lindsay. Have a great night :)

Lindsay Laurie
Date: 12/31/2020 7:38:00 PM

G'day Angela ... it appears a small percentage find it hard to cope with modern day pressure so something cracks - thanks once again Angela - Lindsay

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 12/24/2020 7:02:00 PM

wow, this is SO good here. I think it describes many good men who were recently ruined this year in their businesses. My thoughts just went to that. GREAT writing. Merry Xmas eve, my friend.

Lindsay Laurie
Date: 12/25/2020 3:23:00 PM

Merry Christmas Andrea ... thank you for your positive comment, and yes, a failure often leads to a complete ruination of lives, and this covid has highlighted that - Lindsay

Heidi Sands

Date: 12/18/2020 11:09:00 AM

Deep and very sad, yet some people feel this way, Lindsay. You have expressed it well. Take care! :)

Lindsay Laurie
Date: 12/25/2020 3:19:00 PM

Merry Christmas Heidi ... Unfortunately Yes, you are correct in your comment, but most return given time - thank you Heidi - Lindsay

Regina Mcintosh

Date: 12/15/2020 4:03:00 AM

Sad and deeply emotive... thoughtfully reflective, passionate, graceful.. a welcome W R I T E worthy of praise. God has gifted you. God bless you

Lindsay Laurie
Date: 12/25/2020 3:14:00 PM

Merry Christmas Regina ... thank you for your kind comment. I believe we are all gifted in some way Regina - thank you - Lindsay

Quoth Theraven

Date: 12/14/2020 8:26:00 PM

Lindsay, The deck of cards always stacked against a man. What choice do we have? Deal me in again. -Richard

Lindsay Laurie
Date: 12/25/2020 3:09:00 PM

Hello Quoth ... you possibly could be right, but by crikey there are some cunning blokes about too but I'll deal you in again - Merry Christmas Quoth - Lindsay

Shirley Hawkins

Date: 12/13/2020 4:21:00 PM

I really liked this poem. We all only have a given time on Earth. Circumstances, opportunities and time of birth all come into play. I think as we get older most of us feel this way. It is easy to be wise in retrospect. Keep dreaming..... Thank you Lindsay, Beaut Poem ...

Lindsay Laurie
Date: 12/25/2020 3:05:00 PM

Hello Shirley ... Like you mention, I'm certain many of us become wiser as we age, but isn't hindsight a wonderful thing - Merry Christmas Shirley - Lindsay

Rico Leffanta

Date: 12/12/2020 10:25:00 AM

A woman! Aloha! Rico

Lindsay Laurie
Date: 12/25/2020 3:03:00 PM

Merry Christmas Rico ... time is the healer if allowed to be - thank you Rico - Lindsay

Jennifer Proxenos

Date: 12/12/2020 10:13:00 AM

A very powerful poem Lindsay, perhaps one will always have thoughts of what they did right or wrong and why - however, that does not mean that person is ruined, though it might beg for some soul searching. Excellent poetry my friend, well penned. Hugs and blessings, Jennifer.

Lindsay Laurie
Date: 12/25/2020 3:00:00 PM

Merry Christmas Jennifer ... as long as this ruination feeling doesn't persist and as you wrote, some soul searching is conducted, then there is a future to look forward to - thank you once again Jennifer - Lindsay

Paul Callus

Date: 12/12/2020 8:15:00 AM

What a striking contrast this poem is to your humorous ones, Lindsay! Failure, or the thought of it, can put a man down. Regards // paul

Lindsay Laurie
Date: 12/25/2020 2:56:00 PM

Merry Christmas Paul ... oh yes; there's not too much humour in this verse. Failure or assumed failure plays tricks with the mind - thank you Paul - Lindsay

Tom Cunningham

Date: 12/12/2020 4:14:00 AM

Its all about dusting yourself down and starting again, never giving up. Tom

Lindsay Laurie
Date: 12/25/2020 2:53:00 PM

Hello Tom ... correct; there's little point in destroying yourself - I trust you are having a fine festive season Tom - Lindsay

Unseeking Seeker

Date: 12/11/2020 9:21:00 PM

Beautifully penned! Perhaps the universe is suggesting to the ‘ruined man’ that he should shift his attention from the external ephemeral to the internal eternal

Lindsay Laurie
Date: 12/25/2020 2:51:00 PM

Hello Unseeking Seeker ... yes indeed, anger ends up destroying the soul - thank you U-S - Lindsay