Fragments of Live or Die

Fragments of Live or Die
Fragments of Live or Die

He wondered, had his life been different,
would that bottle find comfort in his hands,
and should the street so cold and hard,
accommodate his every need,
yet still be so unfeeling;
but memories had long melted away,
like butterflies in quiet escape,
and different could not find a plight in life.

His words slurred, illegible,
mutterings of a mind fragmented,
at times sobbing, regret his only friend,
and then, a joyous rekindling of better times,
laughter and toasting a life now gone,
as if a dream, an echo of something,
yet without grasp, like a mist,
absorbed into the darkness.

The street light in warm yellow hold,
kept him attached to life,
its very shards reality’s brush strokes,
and the night a measure of comfort,
unlike the rejection of days,
always in the way,
a vagrant jostled off to some other locale,
where sun found shadows, too many to recount.

The bottle dry, his body aching,
he begged so lowly,
hope in his eyes that shattered any who would see,
yet few pennies found his cup,
and he slumped in pensive vacancy,
his mind addled,
thoughts like thrashing birds beset on morsel crumbs,
yet no crumbs for he.

And as the day relents,
he finds a friend who’d share his bottle,
they far gone to even notice,
and so oblivion but a step away
invites a mind to rest,
and once again the street lamp envelopes,
warm under its yellow glow,
as thoughts begin to fly, fragments of live or die.

Tony DeLorger © 2017

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Tony DeLorger

Full time author, freelance writer, poet and blogger since 1999. Twenty one published works, past winner of 'Poet of the Year' on HubPages, 'Poem of the Year' on The Creative Exiles, writer for Allpoetry.com, Google+, tonydwtf.blogspot.com.au videos on YouTube and book sales on website thoughtsforabeautifulmind.com, Amazon and digitalprintaustralia.com.au/bookstore

2 thoughts on “Fragments of Live or Die

  • March 6, 2017 at 9:43 PM
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    Thanks Phyllis, another aspect of the human experience, when life becomes a lesser consideration and oblivion some kind answer to pain. Cheers!

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