Teen Poetry #6 |
A Soft Whisper |
sing'n fool Member
since 2003-04-17
Posts 82Morris, Il |
A Soft Whisper Sometimes I stray from the common domain of my home and venture out past the limitations of corn. Along the way old buildings stare back with that of blank expression. A once popular area run down now by time. A mother sits on the stoop of her project home, looking with watchful eyes and listening with attentive ears. She fears for a child in a neighborhood of uncertanty. In the distance you can see it... A city where the buildings look like that of outstreched hands all reaching toward the heavens. On the busy streets of downtown business men and women in there suits and dresses seem to be those of wind-up toys. One's wound to tight and set down to hard. Through the crowd of hurried souls... a forgotten man. One that is at a slower pace than the rest of the world and life or death really is day to day. He stands with tattered clothes; no longer concerned with looks. His disposition is that of rotten eggs, for happiness has long left him. He is starved and malnurished, for food does not come easily and his home being nothing more than a cardboard box. I reflect on the way home of my life and hardships and I see that my troubles are just soft whispers in a world screaming for help. M.P.D. Be yourself. Say what you feel. Nothing is wrong. To your own self be real!! [This message has been edited by sing'n fool (06-02-2003 04:02 PM).] |
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Fariegirl Member
since 2003-02-05
Posts 147 |
I know how it is when you dont care what you write... you just get that felling... good job. |
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