Come now take my hand
My right
My left
Either one
It doesn't matter...
Neither is deft
Take my hand
Guide me
Show me the light
Burried inside of me
Take me down the meandering side streets
The places where undesirables meet
The taste of desperation in the air
Let the ominous resident faces
Pockmarked with rough living stare
To the underpasses
To where the youths gather
Intimidating
In masses
Misbehaving
The underclasses
Take me to the tower blocks
Take me to the acrid stench
Of piss in elevators
Make me appreciate what I have
So I'll be grateful
When I meet my maker
Take me now
I'm yours
Save me
The contrast between the haves & have nots
May be enough to rehabilitate me
Show me how lucky I've been since birth
To have a mother
Father
Full time work
Take me now
To the cool beach
The darkened sand
One day I may understand
How lucky I've been
Not born into dire poverty
Allowed to suckle on the soft underbelly
When others grew up with abuse
Drug misuse
Hand me downs
And day time TV
Take me
Save me
Make me understand
How fortunate I've been
To not be a permanent resident
Of the darker side of wonderland
- Author: Syd ( Offline)
- Published: May 1st, 2018 18:39
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 16
Comments1
Again, you give much in every word and truly give WORD to us all
My wordy self has not this beautiful fully open door. My doorway is very cluttered and you have to move odd items out of the way to enter! MLH
Hi MLH, apologies for my late reply. Thanks for reading my poem and leaving feed back.
- Syd
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