This is the second poem in my series of Sweeney poems, and I hope you all enjoy it. Many more are on the way. Thank you all for taking the time to read this!

I must thank my reviewers for my first poem, they are so great! So thank you, AngelofDarkness1605 and Aly!


Poem #2

A sweep of his razor

A river of blood

On to the next customer.

This is his life

Day after day,

Week after week.

All he wants is his life back

Things to go the way they used to.

But that won't happen,

It never will.

He is stuck here,

Snared in this vicious cycle,

Never able to break free.

If only angels would prevail

He'd be the way he was

Before the madness,

Before the insanity.

He needs someone, anyone

To comfort him,

To offer some sort of solace.

That person is there, right there

But he can't see her

He can't see anyone

He only sees his memories

What used to be

And blood, pools of blood

Obscuring his sight

But he wants one thing,

And that is for the sorrow and grief

To go away

But it won't.

So he is condemned to this,

To be The Demon Barber of Fleet Street forevermore.


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