Rebel tale
Of pain and turmoil hunger fright
Of prison bars and punishment cell
The man within and of his plight
Silence fills the empty room
The only noise within his head
His world is dark filled with much gloom
Ill fortune to him this place led
The man sits naked body bare
His back against the cold stone wall
His captors through their spy hole stare
In hope his spirit will crumble fall
His hair is matted with much blood
The insects banquet with delight
He would remove them if he could
For they torment him day and night
His solitude now grim and stark
As bed of stone with walls do blend
The prison slumbers in the dark
In this hellhole he has no friend
He thinks of times now so long past
Of guns and girls and wicked schemes
But solace in thoughts never last
For Mary's face haunts all his dreams
A teardrop falls rolls down his face
He wonders why he feels such pain
All love gone without a trace
His suffering himself to blame
And in the prisons silent night
Those still awake now smile with glee
For the Irish rebel to their delight
Sings loud and clear his spirit free
Brendan
Poetry by Brendan Finbarr Tully
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Written on 2005-10-25 at 06:09
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Prison nights
This tale to you I wish to tellOf pain and turmoil hunger fright
Of prison bars and punishment cell
The man within and of his plight
Silence fills the empty room
The only noise within his head
His world is dark filled with much gloom
Ill fortune to him this place led
The man sits naked body bare
His back against the cold stone wall
His captors through their spy hole stare
In hope his spirit will crumble fall
His hair is matted with much blood
The insects banquet with delight
He would remove them if he could
For they torment him day and night
His solitude now grim and stark
As bed of stone with walls do blend
The prison slumbers in the dark
In this hellhole he has no friend
He thinks of times now so long past
Of guns and girls and wicked schemes
But solace in thoughts never last
For Mary's face haunts all his dreams
A teardrop falls rolls down his face
He wonders why he feels such pain
All love gone without a trace
His suffering himself to blame
And in the prisons silent night
Those still awake now smile with glee
For the Irish rebel to their delight
Sings loud and clear his spirit free
Brendan
Poetry by Brendan Finbarr Tully
Read 689 times
Written on 2005-10-25 at 06:09
Tags Sad
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