Today’s challenge is to write a ballad. This is possibly a bit more up my alleyway as I’m inclined to write rhythmically and like the sonata-styled approach to poetry.
This poem is pretty straight-forward to be honest, and tells the story of someone leaving their hometown for the big city promise of fortune, success, and riches. I’m sure a number of you have been caught up in similar situations in life.
Ballad of Blues
The humble host was locked away,
Your world barren and void,
Swift salty breeze blowing your way,
The land was once destroyed.
A young boy you once used to be,
Your innocence was slain,
Lost in a search for destiny,
Found in a pool of pain.
Searching for love in distant stars,
When love belonged within,
Your soul recently ripped apart,
Body immersed in sin.
The devil of fate held your hand,
As the angel sheltered,
Led away to a promised land,
Where fortune was honored.
Pack your easel and brush away,
Leave your conscience behind,
Embrace big city lights today,
Leave that warm sun behind.
Adorn this tailored cotton suit,
Remember to punch in,
Dance in tune to the devil’s flute,
Your soul shall embrace sin.
Just a pawn in the numbers game,
In a boat you won’t rock,
Forced to appease them with your shame,
Right down to tailored socks.
Do your duty and nothing else,
But to receive abuse,
Cower at night in your warm house,
With your neck tie as noose.
You really are so pathetic,
Hidden so deep inside,
Expecting wealth like it’s magic,
Crippling your weary hide.
Time has run out for you my friend,
You knew this deep within,
Living life as if it must end,
Gifting your spirit to sin.
(c) 2013 P.J. Bayliss