Please help me find a fitting title for this...I couldn`t...


The Comforts of Misery

She`s looking pale
laying on the ground
with a needle in her arm

Clouds gathering on the sky
getting darker
Rain is pouring down
dripping off her pale skin

People talking
People walking
Looking at her
Pretending not to see

They think
I`m glad it`s not me


-mr.m

07/07/2009



Poetry by Mr.Mist
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Written on 2009-07-07 at 22:55

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Mr.Mist
Titles so far:

"Every victim, is someones loved one"

"The comforts of misery"

"Pretending not to see the needles tragedy"
2009-07-08


liz munro The PoetBay support member heart!
Pretending Not To See The Needle's Tragedy
maybe for the title?

A powerful & moving poem

~L.~
2009-07-08



A highly contemporary piece of Poetic Tragedy here Mr Mist! The imagery you portray is stark in the reality society pretends not to see being played out, on our streets today. Thankfully not all of us could walk on by or avert our eyes.

Presenting it in the present tense this way, brings it closer to our minds eye...

Every victim, is someones loved one.

Can't help with the title, maybe...A Daughter's Final Rest...

All the best in your quest for a much better title that this offering...

Tai
2009-07-07