Lost Souls

sodden bundles on the floor
Scream in silence for the poor
Their souls and bodies laid out bare
In hope a passerby might care

Unclean, unwanted their story told
In drink fueled sleep a dream unfolds
Of happier times come creeping through
Family friends and barbeque's

So long ago encroached by fate
No filled with bitterness and hate
A shadow of ones former self
A broken spirit with failing health

Yet day to day the fight goes on
Unnoticed in the milling throng
Sons and daughters, husbands, wives
If it were you could you survive?






Poetry by penfold18
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Written on 2006-10-14 at 08:55

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Veld Cooper
This strikes so many chords within me, and brings to mind a song 'Another Day in Paradise'. You truly see between the cracks, Graham.
2006-10-15


Kathy Lockhart
this is so full of images and views into lives who have lost their way. The question at the end rings in my head. Wonderfully written, Graham.
2006-10-14


lastromantichero The PoetBay support member heart!
Hi there graham a wonderful text and so powerful rgds mike
2006-10-14