Barefoot

Aa Harvey

Barefoot.

 

 

All my poems are written to express myself;

Talking in riddles is bad for your wealth.

I think I need to find new oxygen;

This land has no clean air and I am no help.

 

 

I live for laughter; I laugh at myself.

Beaten and broken, I have become someone else.

Is this a new age?  Or is it just the same face,

In search of a shave and a better day?

 

 

I live for now, I fade away.

When all is lost, who am I to say?

I need for nothing, but crave it all.

I can’t be brave in this brave new world.

 

 

She walks on egg shells, scared of a fall.

Pretty to picture; love is a calling.

My need is her, but she is a wall;

Stopped in my tracks, I keep on falling.

 

 

I walk alone through pitch black streets,

In search of light; I find my feet.

This is the place where I belong.

The darkness surrounds me as I wander on.

 

 

Day light arrives and brings hunger with it.

Who am I to ask you to give me anything?

But please, a gift, then I will be gone,

To vanish from your life…

Your charity is done.

 

 

 

(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

 

  • Author: Aa Harvey (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 4th, 2016 09:48
  • Category: Short story
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Comments2

  • BRIAN & ANGELA

    Thanks for sharing AA ! There are a lot of conundrums in this poem but the title is right ! Better to be BAREFOOT than BAREFACED ! BRIAN

  • Tamara Banks

    Nice



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