There but for….
There’s more than one kind of illness.
Sat polishing my possibilities
in a room full of strangers.
Those shiny people
with answers for everything;
except the ones you want.
They point towards a wall of silence,
where those in need can bang their heads
in time with the beat on the street.
I lift mine, look around,
catch the eye of a passing thought….
There’s no way out of here.
Effective setting of scenario, well done. Not too sure about the end though, which seems rather weak. Might be preferable to finish the poem earlier and leave out the last two lines.
Thanks John, I think your right; at least about the last line. Off to edit 🙂
Mike
I seldom come back on a comment, but ‘no way out of here’ is a very powerful line to end on. The scars line is almost an afterthought which weakens the impact (to an observer like me) anyway, it’s your poem, not mine 🙂
I give in, your right 🙂
Mike
Excellent descriptive poetry Mike – and fully understood…
gerry.
Pleased you thought so Gerry, thanks so much for the comment.
Mike
Ah, Mike… there but for fortune go you and I. Interesting poem.
So many people damaged these days, just thought I’d give them some space. As you said…there but for fortune.
Thanks so much for taking the time to comment.
Mike