Carlton sent me a link to some poems he had written. There was one called 'The Rise after The Fall'. It was about an eagle fledgling that tries to fly from its nest on the mountain peak and starts falling. Then he gets the hang of it and starts rising. This was his poem in response to another one called 'Rise and Fall' by a friend of his. So I thought, what the heck and wrote 'The Fall after The Rise'. Totally different track.
THE FALL AFTER THE RISE
HE WAS A SWEET BOY
SO SMART SO INTELLIGENT
HE ROSE SO VERY FAST
WAY UP THE LADDER HE WENT
SUCCESS CAME OH SO NATURALLY
HE ABSOLUTELY, TOTALLY LOVED IT
MONEY POURED FROM HIS POCKETS
ENSURED ANYWHERE HE WUD FIT
HE PARTIED AND HE DRANK
GATHERED MANY SO CALLED FRIENDS
THEY ROAMED THE TOWN TOGETHER
FOLLOWED ALL THE LATEST TRENDS
WITH POWER CAME ARROGANCE
HE GREW MOODY AND RUDE
NOT BOTHERED ABOUT TRUE FRIENDS
HE THOT HE WAS SUCH A DUDE
PEOPLE WERE HURT
THEIR FEELINGS BADLY BRUISED
SOON THEY CAME TO HATE HIM
WHEN THEY SAW HIM THEY ALL BOOED
HE LOST ALL HIS FRIENDS
PEOPLE HE THOUGHT HE KNEW
WHAT COULD HAVE HAPPENED?
AND SO OUT OF THE BLUE?
HE COULDNT UNDERSTAND IT
WASNT IT ALL ABOUT FIRST PRIZE
ALAZ YOUNG, IGNORANT BOY
THIS IS THE FALL AFTER THE RISE
And the next day, was bored again and so wrote:
THE LAST SOLDIER STANDING
SMART FITTING UNIFORM
BRIGHT RED HAT
SHINY BLACK SHOES
HOW PROUDLY I SAT
THE TRAIN RODE ON
WE WENT STRAIGHT INTO BATTLE
FOUGHT REAL HARD
SITTING PROUDLY ON THE SADDLE
MY HEART FULL OF HOPE
OF A FUTURE SO BRIGHT
THOUGHT I COULD NEVER LOSE
IF I FOUGHT WITH ALL MY MIGHT
THE WAR WAS HORRID AND DARK
NOT AT ALL WHAT I THOUGHT
WHERE WERE THE GLORIOUS FACES
THAT WINNING SHOULD HAVE BROUGHT
WHERE WERE MY FRIENDS
COULDN'T SEE, NOT EVEN ONE
THE AIR SEEMED TO BE CLOUDED
BY THE SMOKE OF MANY A GUN
THE VEIL STARTED TO LIFT
MY HEAD FULL OF FURIOUS BANGING
AS DAWNED DREADFUL REALISATION
I WAS THE LAST AND ONLY ONE STANDING
These two poems caused a massive rush of responses from my friends...." Are you depressed?" lol
Haven't written a decent poem in a while. And even though these two poems are childish, atleast I wrote something. So true that IT drains the brain.
