Mitch (25/30)

The prompt for day twenty-five over at NaPoWriMo was to write a ballad poem. Traditionally, ballads were rhymed poems that told a story of some kind and often set to music. They are set in four-line verses, with an abab rhyme pattern, utilizing alternating 8 & 6 syllable, iambic lines. They are also on occasion, long as hell...but not today.



Mitch the wino is always drunk

Speaking a dialect deranged,

Smells like he hasn't bathed in months

Hand stretched out for spare change.



His eyes tell a story of pain

Few will ever notice;

Especially when it starts to rain,

The tale becomes unfocused.



But from a distance I can see

A reason for his suffering,

His eyes have the same vacuous hue

As my Iraq war vet cousin.




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