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.



© mikeverdi 2018
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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.


Excellent descriptive poetry Mike – and fully understood…


Ah, Mike… there but for fortune go you and I. Interesting poem.

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