I am not a shadow
Nor seated ghost
I am a man
Totally alone.
What has been
Or came before
Is but a dream
On a battered shore.
Of memories melted
To seem unreal
The cold wind blows
The snow it feels.
As if a kiss
A chill to place
Its icy lips
Upon my face.
A vagabond
I seem to some
A homeless man
Described as scum.
Ive lived two lives
Now and before
My only wish
My own front door.
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nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Comments4
A touching and poignant piece. have been before where this piece goes, sadly to many people are suffering this today, and there should be no homelessness in the western world. Well written
Totally agree, thanks
You are very welcome
Take me home is what I get from the last line. Beautifully worded in verse the rhyme carries one onward as a plesent aroma draws the bee. At first a soft sadness of melancholy that turns mystical and dream like with some great lines (dream on a battered shore, memories melted, a chill to place its icy lips) Great lines. A poem worthy of a fave
very kind of you, many thanks
Very nice poem!
thanks
A superb metaphor should that be the chosen route! A very moving poem in its literal sense. 👍🏻🕊🙏🏻
appreciated thanks
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