Free verse № 144482
The Lonesome Loser
He sips his coffee,
writes a line,
remembers the struggle,
apprehends why.
Heâs read to dull ears,
seen eyes turn away,
from his poems about nothing;
even he has misgiving.
Ten years since an editorâs thank-you note;
still he sips and still writes,
skipping slick certitudes,
untangling knots.
He writes what he knows,
and he knows a lot,
but they donât know,
and they donât care.
He lifts his pen
leans back and smilesâ
an insiderâs trust:
The right eyes will see.
He scans the walls
for someone who might,
bends forward againâ
maybe tonight.
14 comments
'Skipping slick certitudes'
for someone who might,
bends forward againâ
maybe tonight." -Haha, does this mean he's gay? Just Kiddin'.
It's really good actually. You feel sympathetic and understand the loser's possition when you read the poem but also you still feel like he's a loser.
Very nice sketch of a complex personality.
this user called friend has been stalking certain people atoning comments they didnt like on their own work. In some kitchen, somewhere in the world their is a bunny simmering and possibly a zit ridden teen sticking pins in us lol.
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