This poem is allegorical and depicts the high level of pride in human,even in the dreadest abyssal state... Oh!

Blues Poem II

As I sat as the sea shore,
A man of ill state i did saw:

His eyes,
Have cries
That nature had lent him.
Battered and shartered beside the sea was he,
Laying helpless with the last breath
Striving to leave for death.
Torn attire: as that of a king-
The sea indeed pierce him with her sting.
Hair washed white in misery,
Body baked in sorry.

But,yet despite his state,
With his glottis he did say:

'Why marvel at me though lad?
Why think over me and thus sad?
I'm a man of a clan,
With plans in span.
Though i may be here in death,
But qoute me,the sea cannot fear my breath!
Only if i'll give in to her alone,
Then alone will my life in her flown".

Inspired by Percy's 'Ozymandias'...

Poetry by Ajoshberry
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Written on 2018-03-26 at 18:52

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I can envision this, and hear it. As Shelley made classical references, I see it in this, the torn attire—Odysseus in beggar's threads, still a king.

Well done ~