TITLE Havisham’s death
Sudden end to life’s expectations
Broken word like knife to heart
Bloody wretch would be a killing
For unkept promises
Introverted time stopped still
Rationale would love to kill
Detestation of his every fibre
For a thousand lies did tell
Mangled thoughts enveloping
All reason lost to hatred
Trapped inside an injured mind
For loathing of all mankind
A hundred years count every second
Frail and bent by fear and hate
Consolation from no quarter
For still being at the alter
End nigh with her
So sad a loss
Whole life forsaken
At last is taken
Melvyn 14th September 2010
Poetry (Reading)
ARTISTS STATEMENT The aim of my work is to detail the poignancy of the human condition, the national travesties that occur in form of warfare, heart break and desire. Through the medium of poetry and other forms of literature, I hope to evoke empathy in the spectator through the emotive nature of the written word
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