The Empty Man

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    The Empty Man

    The Empty Man

     

     

    His dark energy drove him

    drove him crazy

    drove him to unbelievable

    heights of grandeur

    to lows of utter despair

    depended on the day

    depended on the hour

    from one moment

    to the next

    you never knew who

    would be in the room

    with you

    a raging bull

    or a big, fluffy teddy bear

     

    For his dark energy drove him

    to burn away all friends

    to tear to shreds his family

    drove him crazy

    to drive too fast

    without a care he flew

    over the edge

    to fall far down

    the face of the cliff

    into the waiting ocean

    along that dark stretch

    of lonely highway

    that he loved

    to drive on alone.          

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    knight4696 commented on The Empty Man

    02-02-2010

    Charles - Now you are starting to understand me .. The muse writes at will - comes from the beats the hell out of me zone! lol! :) My Dark writes can be extremely dark - but they come from the same zone. :) Ken

    knight4696 commented on The Empty Man

    02-02-2010

    Charles - This is definately a darker write for you .. unfortunately, It's a sad thought that there are men who are really like this and suffer from some internal conflict that manifests itself in this finality. Nice job! :) Ken

    charles52

    02/02/2010

    Ken: I saw the term "dark energy" and this poem came out. I have no idea where or why I wrote this poem. I know no one like this. Interesting how poems come about. Thanks for reading. Charles

    HOQUIAMANGEL3 commented on The Empty Man

    02-02-2010

    I like how honest and real it is and how I can relate because I have dated men who seem to be very much like this poem

    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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