Lost souls

Renzi

Booze and fags and scallywags
Is what he's come to meet,
Hags and rags and paper bags
Blowing in the street.

A night so dark, a filthy spark
It's all so real to see.
A silent bark, another park,
Can lost souls also be free?

A constant whining, no fine dining,
He's not a friend, nor foe.
His body's pining, no silver lining
He has no home to go.

  • Author: Renzi Mars (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 9th, 2017 04:44
  • Comment from author about the poem: To see homelessness here in this day and age is painfully astonishing.
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 44
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Comments8

  • Frank Prem

    I like this very much Renzi, as a statement and as a poem.

  • burning-embers

    People slip thru our systems for many reasons often because they are in no mental state for busy people in adminstration to cope with. A stark reminder here from an amazing poet.

  • onepauly

    I was homeless many times. now I find the homeless on my computer. I never know whats going to happen next.

  • Louis Gibbs

    Your beautiful warm heart pours out from this fine poem, Renzi! A wise old soul In sweet young body you are.

  • Michael Edwards

    A great lilt and a powerful message - a superb work.

  • Heather T

    Fantastic lines, friend. A subject near to my heart.

  • Goldfinch60

    Very good write. Yes you are so right that in this day and age there are still homeless people.

  • Nicholas Browning

    What is a lost soul if not the embodiment of freedom? At least they have the option to start down another path. I envy them in a way. It's still not okay to see so many people suffer because of life's infrequence though.



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