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Last Tears in a Mudhole

Updated on July 14, 2017
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Kenneth, loves satire and writings to spotlight others, but he also has an "addiction" so to speak, to dramatic and abstract/prose poetry.

Man crying by Theo van Doesburg .
Man crying by Theo van Doesburg . | Source

Well, all that is thee, and in me, I see my face in this mudhole
Sitting on my hands with savage sword rusty.
Crying, a last resort, a deserted haven of hate, now I seek death in cold.
Watching my tears beg for one last kiss and skies by dusty.

I plundered a bit, I won't lie to ye' all that sees me in this Reaper's shape
Crawled down six miles heaving breath.
Screaming no tears left but bloody vows and torn, ragged cape.
I'd soon see my last twinkle of eyes and face no lies but one death.

Oh, almighty be my word-a mockin' thee here, be meciful just once
I might have lost a thought 'er two, but the mud knows.
The olden crows tired, sitting near me whisper a name of dunce.
I did show stranger a bit of mercy, now even they stand and crow.

And all I wanted was die in this mudhole, I'm telling ya' truth
I have but two breaths, one death, and what then?
A lover lost, I paid twice my cost of skin, blood, and one o' my tooth.
Why, almighty? Did ye' stand muddy in my face of skin?

Watching a hypocrite win one touch, one smile and my last mile
Oh, dancer swords drawn for naught--I see through muddy water fine.
Princess and maidens frown looking the banquet of kings with my one trial
Oh, just one, only one shadow stalking no feet, no crumb, no wine.

Crying was not an easy burden as wheat, corn or tree limb rough
I was younger then, but blind as :"she" lifted by
My eyes were stolen as I lived her love twice and felt the saddle tough.
Yes, Reaper stands disgusting and soon another soul, I die.

One more favor, young man with box in hand, one favor I plead
Take the golden coin in my ragged shawl so torn and thin.
An arm of strong flesh, a hiding place in Reaper's cape I thinks I need.
I may live in my mudhole here, there, and maybe time times ten.

Gustave Doré's illustration to Dante's Inferno.
Gustave Doré's illustration to Dante's Inferno. | Source

© 2017 Kenneth Avery

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      Kenneth Avery 3 months ago from Hamilton, Alabama

      Hey, Terrie Lynn,

      I cannot express into words just how much that I appreciate you and your comments.

      I have had a few thoughts about another abstract/prose piece to write, but (this) one will take me a lot of time.

      Bear with me.

      Thanks and write soon, Terrie.

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      Kenneth Avery 3 months ago from Hamilton, Alabama

      Hi, Ryan,

      And an humble thank you for your comment. Thanks for the input and remark about Alice in Chains.

      True, but with a little of Jane's Addiction.

      Let that sink in for a minute.

      Take care and write soon.

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      Kenneth Avery 3 months ago from Hamilton, Alabama

      anitabooks888@gmail.com ,

      Well, to tell you the whole truth, yes. Sometimes and then many times, I do feel like these feelings inside this hub.

      Dark, depressing, and not having a clue about which road to take.

      I want to be honest with you. I guess that what I feel at times is not serious enough for a psychiatrist.

      Write me anytime.

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      Kenneth Avery 3 months ago from Hamilton, Alabama

      Gypsy Rose Lee,

      Thank you kindly for the time in your reading this hub and leaving such an humble comment.

      You can never realize how much that I cherish you and all of my followers.

      Thanks again and write soon.

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      Kenneth Avery 3 months ago from Hamilton, Alabama

      Susan Sullenberger,

      Amen, my friend. All part of the human experience. Thank you for chiming in.

      Write anytime.

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      Susan Sullenberger 4 months ago from Lakeland

      I suppose we all feel that way at one time or another. A dark and moody place...Life can do that to you.

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 4 months ago from Riga, Latvia

      Most thought provoking and expressive poetry.

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      anitabooks888@gmail.com 5 months ago

      I hope it is not the way you feel Kenneth. But it makes you think. Thoughtful poem.

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      Ryan Fuller 5 months ago from Louisiana, USA

      Such dark emotion expressed in these words. It reminds of the Alice in Chains song Down in a Hole. Really great work to capture the dark nature of the subject matter.

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      Terrie Lynn 5 months ago from Canada

      Morning Kenneth, this is intense to read with my morning coffee. It's a deep thought provoking piece. Well done my friend. how are you? It's a little sad for me as well.