Thursday, September 24, 2015

The Living Dead

a concrete slab
for a pillow under
his drunken head
the fetid smell of
alcoholic snores
to the surroundings
he spreads his useless
life at a deadend the
woman to whom he
was wed with his
bosses son one day
fled leaving him behind
nursing his bottle his
 bloated face swollen
head  his fucked life
nothing but a broken
needle on a slender
thread ..his dying
flesh his somnolent
soul at loggerheads
the clock ticks as
he dreams of his
beloved wife
lonely repentant
on her death bed
seeking forgiveness '
hungry unfed ,,hollow
eyes face blood red