Too early for the sun
Dampened breeze against my face
Darkness gradient
Mixing with the amber halo
Of the streetlamp
My steps make no sound
Before the dawn
Silently I walk around
The twinkling skyline of downtown
A surreal backdrop
So close I could touch it
In a few short hours
Countless billions of dollars
Will flow from hand to hand
Within shining marble obelisks
While just within their shadow
My pupils manage to adjust
Vision
Becoming clearer
On a church’s steps
A soft snore and
Four bare feet
Styrofoam food container
And six empty brown bottles
From their bedtime treat
Nothing between them
Nothing beneath them
Just cold concrete
And faith in their heart
That their choice of where to sleep
Will keep them safe from the harm
That darkness can bring upon the streets
Twenty yards away
Two abandoned houses loom
Windows boarded up
Shades of gray under the moon
On the dry and barren porch
Tresspassers steal a moment
A glowing ember swirls its way
Through black
Meeting the pull of sucking lips
It dances around in a circle
Like a strange puppet show
I smell the smoke adrift
Acrid
Only a hiss escapes
As euphoria takes
Its temporary space
Within imprisoned and hollow souls
Self made victims with no hope
No place to sleep and no place to go
I say nothing.
Oblivious to each other we try to remain
Quietly, I move away
In the distance my sigh pierces the silence
And inside my heavy heart I pray again
As the same scene greets me
On the dawn of each new day
Maybe today
This world will change
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Regis
This is a sad write and sad life for many!
When will you be leaving there Blue, or is this where you want your shoes glued!
I pray for YOU! and them, that wisdom finds them strong!
Much love and Warmer hugs and Blessings, Warrior Purple Lady Sweet Sheooxoxo
STay Positive!
This really sucks! but, you wrote it out so well!!!
Many Blessings!
Through black
Meeting the pull of sucking lips
It dances around in a circle
Like a strange puppet show"
The imagery is so real in this it made me shiver Blue Gurl. You capture well the juxtaposition between affluence and poverty, even abject poverty, and how closely they dwell in proximity to one another. The scenes are all too real, and we are confronted with them here in this city on a daily basis too. It is getting worse expoentially it seems. Stay safe!
Blessings ...
Richard
God bless you.
Kathy
the streets - the every day street life that walk and breath as they roam to and fro, some mentally ill, some strung out, some down on their luck, and others simply living without the responsibility of taking care of themselves, professionals at the game of hide and seek, playing tag with those they stereotype as having lives better than themselves just because they have a home, a car, or different clothes to wear, or appear of the right color or income. popping out behind posts, watching you as you come and go, checking out your back porch and running off with your bbq pit, your lawnmower, your water hose, or simply stealing a drink of water from your faucet and leaving the water running. and don't forget the one's that cuss at you when you don't have anything to give, offer them food instead of cash, or wanted more than you gave them. no, we cannot condemn all who are in the streets, but we cannot pardon them all either. maybe, just maybe, the world will change, but only if we allow ourselves to admit that the world is more than the parts we find palatable, and it is this message that is most profoundly written here. there's a reason why i left the suburbs... i wanted truth. thank you for reminding me of that.
Fee