WORDS UNSAID
As sounds of street pervade the air
in all degrees of dissonance
with nothing to excite the mind
he lay upon a bed of straw
where dirt and dust of city life
steeled in through open windows.
Submitting to his slumbers call
he lay alone consigned to dream
of words unsaid by strangers.
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
Offline) - Published: October 11th, 2018 00:07
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Comments6
I can see him dreaming. Nobody need be alone.
Sadly many are.
A fine write and pic Michael. He won't be alone. Mr (Outward) Manny Festation will visit him.
Anything to do with Jess Tation - ?
Blimey, story of my life there!
How lucky to have a bed - now some of us..........! 🙂
Thanks UNCLE MIKE ~ All the lonely people ~ where do they all come from ? Love the POEM ~ Love the FISH ! Thanks for your comment on FLAMINGOS ~ Yours as always BRIAN
A sad poem but a great one! Love the fish!
sad write my friend
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