Callous Tongue.

by Steven Beesley   Feb 24, 2006


Callous Tongue:

His soul like cinders and ashes,
burnt to a crisp like bits of charcoal.
Nothing can restore him to life,
fool in a cesspool of his imaginary reality.

So filled with empty pitiful irony,
unwitting to his diseased insanity.
Unable to accept the world,
lost inside his own timeless cocoon.

Incarcerated by his poor judgments
on those about and around him.
A callous lone voice who does beg
to be free, unable to accept his own apathy.

Hardened views, strapped with deaden
feelings insensitive and unaccepting
all that is deemed normal.
He shall carry his indifference and
bear suffering to his grave.

Steven Beesley (C)

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  • 18 years ago

    by Gary Jurechka

    An excellent piece.The sadness and bitterness is conveyed so well and I can so relate to much of this poem-made me stop and think about my own life (more sadness and regret on my part than the bitterness-but still touched me deeply).Extremely well written, excellent imagery and such a powerful ending.

  • 18 years ago

    by Simon Hayes

    Wow! Deep, sad and moving... A damn good write Steve!!!

  • 18 years ago

    by shobhana kumar

    Is this how most of us lead our lives? lost in our own world of trivial desires and spiteful emotions? you have described it beautifully Steve.

    unwitting to his diseased insanity.
    Unable to accept the world,
    lost inside his own timeless cocoon.

    these lines are so thought provoking.

    Remarkable piece of work

    hope you are doing okay

    shobhana

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