An Old man, going through heartbreak, using the bottle just to find a way out. Woven with anger and losing his sight, searching for something to show him the light. This is the struggle of a lonesome old man, hoping he finds peace someday.
Barefoot in the snow, a dim lantern that glowed. He followed it down to the river that flowed. Only to find that the river won't flow, and the wolves howling through the night, were just searching for a fight. This is the struggle of a lonesome old man, living life as the prey.
So he headed back to that town he once knew, and into the place where the lost men went too. He sat down and tipped his hat below his eyes, ordered a drink sure to drown out the cries. This is the struggle of a lonesome old man, using the bottle to keep the pain at bay
He stumbled out into the dark night sky, a strange man approached him and he let out a sigh. The message was conveyed, but no deal could be made. Now he's laying by the road, with nothing more to be owed. This is the struggle of a lonesome old man, now awaiting his fate on judgment day
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The Old Man
PoetryThis dark poem shows the last few moments of a man, no one knows his name not even himself. Having lost everything he once cherished, he finds himself in a very dark place. He no longer cares to fight, he misses the man he used to be and the long fo...
