03-20-2016, 09:09 AM
(03-14-2016, 09:53 AM)TonyMahoney Wrote: Loneliness owns everything,Hi,
in the hearts of crippled men.
Walking down the path of fools,
back through what could have been.
Every word unspoken,
an indictment from on high.
No consolation to be found,
in understanding why.
Of course you know it's all your fault,
there's no one else to blame.
The guilt is yours alone to bare,
as is the crushing shame.
The others used to come around,
and you felt more alone.
They might not have wasted their time,
had any of them known.
All the things you could have done,
the changes that weren't made.
The friends that left you far behind,
the bitterness that stayed.
All the chances you won't take,
so certain you can't win.
Loneliness owns everything,
in the hearts of crippled men.
I couldn't possibly top all the detailed feedback you received from Dukealien.
I do not typically like rhyme. I think you did a really nice job with your rhyming in that it reads prettily and is not forced.
I have to second in particular the ambiguity Dukealien pointed out in your line, "in the hearts of crippled men." I do like how that sounds as there is a certain ring to it imo, but moving crippled resolves the ambiguity: "in the crippled hearts of men." I understand what you mean as an emotional crippling, but then there are people who are physically crippled...if one reads it as physically crippled then it does change it.
"Write while the heat is in you...The writer who postpones the recording of his thoughts uses an iron which has cooled to burn a hole with." --Henry David Thoreau

