When I see a baby crying, screaming her lungs out,
I see beyond the need beyond the want,
There is a lost soul who has boarded this ship of the damned.
And yet with a touch near the heart she is calmed.
When I hear a little girl screaming in the playground,
I see beyond the blood and the pain and the fear.
There is desperation inside, she is sobbing her heart out,
And yet with a smile and some comfort she is made safe.
When I see a woman lying in her own vomit,
I see beyond the alcohol and drugs and disappointment
There is an isolation within a crowd, and understanding of failure,
And yet all the paramedics in the world cannot bring her back to life.
And when I see an old woman coughing up blood because of lung cancer,
Yet she is still reaching for a cigarette and a drink,
I walk at night and stare into the face of the lonely moon.
Knowing that the saviour isn’t coming any time soon.
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Author:
David Wakeling (
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Great write
Thank you very much
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A dark right and commentary on the state of our society. Well expressed and with a deep sense of sadness.
Indeed well said. Thanks for your insight
Beautiful poem David. Loved each of the scenes you painted with your words. Your closing line encapsulates the entire poem. Just great work. - Phil A
Thank you so much for your insight
Very good words David and so true.
Andy
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