Rejection

poem by: John Ormerod
Written on Feb 10, 2015

                                                          
                                                     
       Rejection


Time slows nothing to do
Hide and seek brothers too
No job strife forward
But forever going backward.

Vacancy lost always is
Money short it is biz
Cash strap lad on the run
Eating nowt but current bun.

Food empty that's the norm
Stomach pine where's the corn?
Pain hurts face with tears
Cheeks craggy damp rolling weirs.

Steps forward going back
So far away from the sack
How can I thus betrayed
When I'm with the aged.

Faces scan you interview
Divide sea of wood from me to you
Life in hand be it so
Please can I have some doe!

He smile when I leave
Hoping success please
Hopes die nothing past
Screaming now shouting blast!

Why what went wrong I asked?
Not at all an easy task
I was good bloody good
Ending up like somebodies dud.

Voices inside get me down
Everywhere same old sound
Sinking below life's waves
Time for me and take that bave.

Sky above last sight
I'll end all my sad blight
Waters flood inside wed
Joined togerher now I'm dead.

Body washed upon the shore
Sand imprints a life's core
Eyes see nothing gazed
But a smile in loving blaze.

Gone Gone Unmarked grave
Once full of life not saved
Church beings dead un seen
Lie there alone cold has been.

Temple of a man decay
Mind lost no say
Bones written of a life
Now belong to a world without strife.

             
                                 10th February 2015





 

Tags: sad, rhyme, pain,

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Shanta commented:
Yes that's our lot, and if we accept the pecking order (not asking help form higher reality) it will go on and on - in all eternity.
Gemma Marsh commented:
Brilliant poem great use of words feel it

 

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