Mike’s candle

9 Sep

Michael’s
in a poor old state,
living on a poor estate,
his life is in a porous state,
living on the dole.
He has no money,
has no body,
his life for him is far from sunny,
living in a rut.
Spends his life in this hole,
struggles because he’s not a mole,
for long ago he’d seen the light,
but now he feels he should, he might,
blow it out and say good night
one
very
last
time.

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3 Responses to “Mike’s candle”

  1. Kenia Cris September 15, 2014 at 10:46 am #

    Mike’s suffering reminds me of an old lady who lives across the street. Her daughter told us the other day the first thing she does every morning after opening her eyes is to say: “Oh, crap, I’m still alive.” 🙂

    Kiss you, Mr. T.

  2. vandana September 15, 2014 at 11:45 am #

    Though Mike is in plight but the rhythm of your poem is amazing

  3. Björn Rudberg (brudberg) September 15, 2014 at 7:49 pm #

    Chilling with the last lines.. an all to common way to look at future if you are lonely and lost.

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