Siren Singing

You would not
let me write.

You do not
support it.

You do not
understand it.

You would steal
time with moods

childish tantrums
endless cups of coffee

cigarettes smoked

like obsolete
steam train.

You would
be my chain and ball

I Prometheus Bound

heart eaten out
day and night

by craven
of cowling despair

siren singing
plied pity song

to founder
lost souls

upon destruction rocks

counting skeletons
former adventurers.

Who journeyed
upon odyssey

culminating

upon these fed
isle wreck shores

rib caged despair
broken dreams?

Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Written in February 2010 on the 16.2.2010.

poem by Terence George Craddock
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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