The beggar's bowl is cracked, the coin withdrawn,
A plea unspoken, dawn till weary dawn.
"Could we just Skype?" the words, a gentle breeze,
But technology offered no release.
The void of echo, digital and cold,
A second ask, a story left untold.
He didn't get it, didn't understand,
The lonely landscape of an empty hand.
No family near, no kindred spirit bright,
Just one assumed friend, a flickering light.
A brother hoped for, in a world so vast,
But memories linger, shadows from the past.
"You shame me," the words, a stinging, bitter sting,
A painful echo, a hollow bell to ring.
So trust erodes, and fractures turn to dust,
A broken object, consumed by deep distrust.
The world weighs heavy, a burden hard to bear,
A weary soul whispers a silent prayer.
Surgery looms, a mountain yet to climb,
A friendly voice sought, to occupy lost time.
But connection falters, the bridge begins to break,
Another lesson learned, for goodness sake.
The beggar's bowl is empty, turned upside down,
"I will not beg again," a whispered, solemn vow.
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A poem from the heart full of pain and anger yet unresolved. Very well done
A sense of struggling to come to terms with an awful lot of pain and anger, and trying to find some kind of resolution, nicely written and well expressed
Reminds me of how we beg in many ways, more than we could be ready to admit.🙏🏻🕊
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