Drowned like puppies

I’ve seen my share of sad men

Down and outs by the bus station

Sharing cigarette butts and sherry,

Clean shaven men in traffic jams

Twisting the dials of their radios

Searching in the static for

Something better, something other.

I have seen men fall from grace

Like meteors they plunged

Into greasy oceans

Tangled in seaweed

They drowned like puppies.

Yes, I have seen my share of sad men,

Men who loved and lied

Men who lived and died

By their swords.

And some went screaming

To their ends and some whimpered

Like cornered foxes

Like scratching cats in cardboard boxes

They fought against their fate

But in the end they knew their worth,

In the end they breathed in deep

And felt the welcome earth

Consume them as it does all men.

20 thoughts on “Drowned like puppies

  1. Just… Wow! You write so beautifully, this particular poem resonnates with me for many reasons. Of the mental devastation of some of he men in my life. Some gone too soon.
    Thank you, please keep writing you are reaching the parts yet to be reached by meds…

    1. Eva, I think that’s the loveliest thing anyone has ever said about my writing. You have made my day. Thank you for taking the time to read my poems. Jonny

      1. Jonny,
        I think you have something here in your writings that is specifically you. Emphatically speaking to those souls who are walking around, lost, un-anchored.
        If only…
        If only some of them would realise that talking, writing therapy is so powerful. With your permission I would like to reblog this post.

        1. That is so kind Eva. I started this blog to help me with my anxiety and it has been a great outlet for me. Of course you may reblog the post:)

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