#17 I've given up on the prompts for this challenge, too uninspiring. Real life interrupts.
Desperation
I hear it in her voice
You don't know what it's like to live like this
Just waiting for the rug
To disappear from under her feet
Waiting to be homeless
To stay in the shelter
With bugs in the carpet
And screaming babies
You don't know what it's like
To depend upon the kindness of strangers
To have no family
Only fickle friends
And a government who doesn't care
If she lives or dies
Just a statistic
That makes men shake their heads
And turn to the sports page
Turn away
Look away
Today I was proud to have
A couch to sleep on
Today I was happy to be
Her only friend.
April 20, 2008
© 2008 Anne Westlund
Poetry by Anne Westlund
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Written on 2008-04-21 at 08:31
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Late Night Phone Call
Desperation
I hear it in her voice
You don't know what it's like to live like this
Just waiting for the rug
To disappear from under her feet
Waiting to be homeless
To stay in the shelter
With bugs in the carpet
And screaming babies
You don't know what it's like
To depend upon the kindness of strangers
To have no family
Only fickle friends
And a government who doesn't care
If she lives or dies
Just a statistic
That makes men shake their heads
And turn to the sports page
Turn away
Look away
Today I was proud to have
A couch to sleep on
Today I was happy to be
Her only friend.
April 20, 2008
© 2008 Anne Westlund
Poetry by Anne Westlund
Read 616 times
Written on 2008-04-21 at 08:31
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