I saw a man,
bones shown through his skin.
I said a prayer
for the pain that never ends.
The tears fall
on cold cement streets.
Those cold places
where the heart bleeds.
Dreams lay bear,
they separate and cry
for some reason
why some dreams die.
Eyes turn away
what logic won’t face.
This cruel world
can be a vicious place.
Dream with me
that stomachs find food.
Giving strength
and edifying moods.
Let us bind
our hands and find
warmth in cold
and open loving minds.
Peace is solution
for tormented souls
lend a hand
to steady sin’s control.
Vices grip tight,
understanding opens eyes.
It lights candles
in the cold gripping night.
Light a match
sparking the inner soul.
Help a hand
that seeks self control.
So beautiful and yet so hopeful. Like the flicker of a match, where it doesn’t last long–a flame is still a flame. Well done!
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Thank you Elle.
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Beautiful and so true.
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Thank you Emotional 😁
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My pleasure.
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This is a compelling and beautiful piece of life in the real world!
Dwight
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Thank you Dwight. I find the struggle everywhere I turn. Hopefully people find peace in whatever form they can.
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Yes, it can be overwhelming at times.
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