Post March 09, 2017, 07:34:48 PM

Cut-Off by Sven Kloepping

"He sits in a corner of the empty road,
and drinks his whiskey upper-left.
He's chained in what was once a coat,
and thinks that freedom's coming back.

He sometimes sings forgotten songs
living in his coloured memories.
And winter thinks this man belongs
to somewhat that could never freeze.

In ancient times he was a fighter,
with fire in his burning blood."

In this poem I found it to be excellent and of the style I enjoy feeling. To see an old warrior drinking his end away. Freedom to fight and die and now only dying for freedom in a drink.

If you're still alive Sven, good job.