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A Lost Soul
by William Bonilla → (All Poetry by William Bonilla)
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Muggy, miserable and sweltering
Salty sweat, smelly body
Trying or dying to do his best
Window open, without a care
Just need a little fresh air.

Door locked secured
Times three,
Plus a burglar bar
Metal coated door.

Music blasting everywhere
Rapping words with rhythm and rhymes
Of shooting and slaying
murder all around.

Forgot to pay my electricity
Gambled my money
A fan in badly need of repair
The heat is over whelming
Damn place is like hell.

Some don't give a shit
Who they touch
Nor what they do or say
The smell of food.

Multiple ethnic cooking
The garbage piling in the hall
Today smell sicking
Maggots feasting.

Babies crying, hungry
Welfare checks lost or late
Kids yelling,
All seems out of place
Contributing to this madness
It's in there face.

Oh how I wish
I was a kid again
To hear the silence
After the school bell
Instead I am here
Doing my time in hell.

A sobbing woman, taken by her man
Against her will, a few smacks
Brutality never dies
Only those
On the receiving side
With no help as they cry.

A man hollering for help
As he takes a beating
Between the dark shadows
Somewhere down the hall
While getting robbed
Of what little he had.

Mind your your own business
Is the code to live by
While a guess in the abyss
As you're waiting
To exit
The unforgiving hell
Some call a ghetto.

By: William Bonilla
5/01/04




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 Reviews of "A Lost Soul"
Reviewed by Zenith Elliott
Reviewed on May 4, 2004
The feelings and imagery were written very well and realistic. Well done, William! ~Z~

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
Reviewed on May 4, 2004
Insightful piece William!!

Love Tinka

Reviewed on May 2, 2004
William:

This is a horrible place to be in. I hope you will get out of there soon. Very descriptive write.

~ Sandie Angel a.k.a. May Lu ~

Reviewed by Debashish Haar (Reader)
Reviewed on May 2, 2004
GREAT INSIGHTFUL poetry, William!

Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on May 1, 2004
Sounds like fort knox? For these it sure ain't living..

Reviewed on May 1, 2004
Wow..extremely powerful images,and sadly, so true for many, this was outstanding, so very sad,

Reindeer

Reviewed by E T Waldron
Reviewed on May 1, 2004
The powerful images you depict are so vivd they
give me the chills just to think about such a way
of life! Excellent write William!Sad that people
must live this way.

Reviewed by Nancy D.
Reviewed on May 1, 2004
Very powerful write on life in the Ghetto, excellent details.

Nancy

Reviewed by Larry Rochelle
Reviewed on May 1, 2004
This is the best view of the ghetto I've listened to since Elvis' "In the Ghetto."

Reviewed by Floria Kelderhouse (Reader)
Reviewed on May 1, 2004
It sounds like a really horrible place to be..
I have seen it in movies but never first hand..
and don't think I want to..you wrote brilliantly
about it william...floria

Reviewed by jude forese
Reviewed on May 1, 2004
i work in a ghetto and your images and insight are right on the mark!

Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader)
Reviewed on May 1, 2004
WOWOWOWO William captured the Ghetto so surreal.
Excellent peom....

Reviewed by Anna Marie Fritz (Reader)
Reviewed on May 1, 2004
As a participant in law enforcement, you saw "the works,"
I'll bet, Bill. Yes, life can get ugly in the ghetto. I never
lived there, but I knew a family who did, and was lucky enough
to get out, before all of them were dead.
Happier sights to you, Bill.

Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson (Reader)
Reviewed on May 1, 2004
A hard look at reality here William.
Aweful this all goes on...
In being raised I was very lucky
when I think about it.
Have a great Sat. night William....

Reviewed by Mr. Ed
Reviewed on May 1, 2004
Another powerful write, William.

This describes far too many places in our ever-decaying inner cities. Instead of rejuvinating and revitalizing our industrialized cities, man just builds, builds, builds in the once 'green belt.' Our noble cities, and their citizens deserve much better.

Reviewed by Regis Auffray
Reviewed on May 1, 2004
A graphic portrait of the hell that you describe so well. Love and peace to you, William. Regis

Reviewed by john zimmerman
Reviewed on May 1, 2004
a dark vision
All too true , I fear.

Well done,

john+

Reviewed by Lisa Hilbers
Reviewed on May 1, 2004
William I have to believe this speaks more than just truth. The visuals were so clear that I thought I heard the children crying. Excellent. Lisa


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