Lonely Man
This is a song
The Villagers would sing
About a lonely man
In his hometown
They whispered
His name
He fought his demons
On the darkest nights
Even fought them
In the broad daylight
Never won a round
Take a break
The bell would ring
They would go at it again
In his hometown
They Whispered
His name
Snortin’
Kickin’
Growling and such
A worthy opponent
He lived another
Day to fight again
But as the song goes
Each time the drink
Would win
Having said all this…
I am grateful
To have known him
Glad he came
On lonely days
Listen carefully
On the wind
Hear the sadness
As I whisper
His name…
Neil
Note: My friend, Neil, was a lonely man.
annellannell 
nice…emotional piece….and while no one else really understood him…you at least appreciated him…flaws and all….and of that…i am glad…smiles.
That is the sad thing, there were many who loved him. But he remained a lonely man even in a crowd. I know he tried to be different, but I really think he could not do otherwise. Annell Livingston HC 74 Box 21860 El Prado, NM 87529
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The poetry inspired by your friend Neil is heartbreaking … and beautifully composed.
Sad and emotional, beautiful!
Hi Annell, I do know that your friend Neil really is missed by you. You have written such good poetry in his behalf. I hope he DID know how much he was cared about by you.
He was a deep man, and unfortunately he dived deep in the drink. But I know he could not have done otherwise. Annell Livingston HC 74 Box 21860 El Prado, NM 87529
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It’s amazing the difference between being alone and being lonely…and your poem strikes the perfect note. Neil is lucky to have you as his friend.
I’ve been following your poems about your friend Neil. They work well together and are a lovely tribute. My deepest sympathies for your loss.
Very sad poem; so interesting that Neil also sound like kneel. K.
Another fine tribute to your friend.
are there photos of him? i can imagine posters around your town with the poems and black and white images. might make people remember him differently. maybe treat others differently. great poem.
My sister has asked me to go through my photos and find photos of him. (He was my sister boyfriend, he loved her and she loved him, but the drink got in the way.) Thank you that is a good idea, to leave poems about him, place them around town. (He lived here for 5 or 6 years.) I have done that with other poems, it becomes a found poem. Perhaps it would be an intrusion to post his image, he was a large man, brown eyes, handsome in a rough way, gentle voice…. perhaps you have seen him? Annell Livingston HC 74 Box 21860 El Prado, NM 87529
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i have seen him in your words =)
oh heck…this made my heart cringe a bit..very sensitively penned annell…
Sadly, the drink always wins until the person surrenders, dies, or is thrown in jail… a horrible disease.