Born into solitude


Beholders, silent as my concealing curtain fell
Broken social agreements as I spoke of hell
Beware, do not let your suffering soul rebel
Better to endure agony inside solitary shell


They often asked; "how do you feel?"
Indecent irony clad in pedestrian politeness
For noone wanted an answer
Their backs turned in shame


A helpless heart conceived to live estranged
My miserable mark from birth engraved
How lonely is this indifferent world's slave
Doomed to carry his burden to the grave

















Poetry by Tim Ohman
Read 561 times
Written on 2013-09-18 at 18:12

dott Save as a bookmark (requires login)
dott Write a comment (requires login)
dott Send as email (requires login)
dott Print text



I am loving the unapologetic yet unexaggerated "darkist" realism in many of your poems. This one states almost matter-of-factly without losing dramatic impact. Thanks for sharing.
P.S. I will never ask how you are if I wasn't genuinely listening for a reply, I'm not polite enough to pull that off :-) Cheers! Read you again soon.
2013-09-27