I wandered a broken man,

Devoid of soul,

How my diamonds did roll,

And slice my barren hands.


On white hot sands, of changing lands

I wandered amongst ghostly dunes.

With haunted eyes and muffled cries,

I hummed a quivered tune.


And met was I, by an echoed cry

Of a dog I know by name,

Red eyes glared, as mine froze scared,

His eyes a ruby blaze.


With a matchbox fumble and a liquored tumble,

I fell to my prayer-less knees.

And there I kneeled, with no strength to yield,

No words to muster my way.


It was at that moment, in the search for atonement,

The injury had become my own.

And there in the rain, the beast lay slain,

Alas, my truth had run me down.


Copyright © 2017 Charlie Hasler.


17 thoughts on “Atonement

  1. Wow, that was amazing. Seriously gave me chills. I think that is the best one I have read so far. I know that your poems are expressions of your sadness, but I sincerely hope you look at this piece and feel very proud.

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      1. Ok, had an anxiety attack so bad they took me to A&E, turns out it was the anti-Parkinson’s meds !
        They said “it’s all in your head Nigel”
        I replied ” I’ve got a brain disease where else would it be ?”
        Which I thought was quite good for a man on an ecg but not even a flicker from the medics.
        Doing well now ta.

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