04-14-2022, 11:17 PM
(04-13-2022, 01:16 PM)Semicircle Wrote: There he stood,
a small man far below.
Fourteen months sober:
an interloper,
gone where he shouldn't go. Starts out nicely, a kind of Rumpelstiltskin quality, like a fairy tale
He told his story;
chilling to the core,
of little girls and razorblades-
the toke plume, the way it fades,
and drugs he took before. My favorite stanza
He had us ask questions--
this small miniscule man, don't need "small"
sadly only two
broke through,
unnapreciated, off he ran. don't quite get why the questions (and what were they?) were unappreciated or why that made him run away
Sended off by knuckle cracks,
and children letting out a snore. don't understand these lines
I had a question for him
when the lights were dim,
"What was it like overdosing
and waking up to more?
What was it like when your children
witnessed overdose four? good question
How does it feel,
to be so small beneath me?
Do you feel happy
you avoided question three?" The ending doesn't live up to the poem, IMO. It's snappy, but seems a bit shallow. Just a kind of "gotcha".