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The Man That I Call Me

There is no light in the attic and no sound in the room
There’s no flame flickering from the candle
And no movement from the hands of the clock
There’s no image in the mirror
And no shadow from the sun

There are no thoughts in his mind
And the walls stay silent and stare
At the lonely man sitting in a lonesome chair
He has been sitting there for quite some time with no life in his eyes
With just himself for company and memories that have all but faded
As a life gone by is now almost complete

There is no wear on the soles of his shoes
Even though he’s walked life's highway
And stood at every street corner
He’s reached the end of all of the sidewalks
He now stumbles where he used to stand tall
And he’s waiting restlessly for the final call

There is no letter from an old friend
Nor pictures or family photographs
Just a few ancient envelopes that carry the perfume of old lovers
The people’s clown that was once love’s magician
Can no longer conjure up a laugh

There is no love to get him through the endless night
There is no strength to win one last fight
There are no good mornings or warm sunny days
For every moment stampedes into the frost of night

And now there is just man who used to be
More than a silhouette or an echo from the past
More than the shadows cast that descend silently
From the weary shoulders of the man that I call me.

Ooo I really like parts of this.
For me, some if it captured what it is like to feel isolated and alone.

These are my two favourite lines though-

...There are no good mornings or warm sunny days
For every moment stampedes into the frost of night...

This really cleanly put to me the feeling of being 'stuck', and the worst kind of stuck you can feel in a way really, because of course - in the outside world there are good mornings and sunny days happening all the time, but if, for whatever reason, you don't feel them within your own frame of mind, then they may as well not be there at all.
I thought 'stampedes' was a good word to use, gives a feeling of being over-powered by it all.

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Hi philrose,
first of all I love your poem...but it makes me a bit of depressed... I only hope that this "lonely man sitting in a lonsome
chair" will get UP someday and see the sun after a dark and endless night, and hope he will see his image in the mirror
and will say "good morning you warm (or cold )sunny day"!I wish him well!
Thanks for posting and just a question...did YOU write this poem?!
Greetings , Susanne

Yes I wrote this poem.
It was intended for the feel of the poem to be about depression brought on by a sense of loss, isolation, failure, lack of hope and just plain getting old and waiting around to die. Hence the phrase "waiting restlessly for the last call". When you are so far down that you don't care and feel that only death would bring release that was what I was trying to portay. This in part comes from my own experiences through life.