Deliverance in White Trash America

5/31/2019

Needles, 

Death Rattles,

and Bottles Galore.

Everyday Another War.

Another Battle.

Internal Strength Being Tested

another Day 

and Just One More.

The Funny thing is that I Care.

A Homeless Man in the Summer Air,

Eyes filled with Hope

that you have Money to Spare

for another Hit,

or Bottle

to Pass the Time out There.

I like to Believe in 

a Funny thing as well.

That for a Moment 

there's Hope in our Hell.

A Thing We All go Through,

a Moment of

"Stop Right There!"

That probably came from Above

to Answer our Prayers.

Only lasts a minute though,

before we go back to the 

Needles,

Death Rattles,

and Bottles Galore.

We Finally get Saved

but We Choose to Ignore.

Author's Note

Thought of a good title and just wrote a poem. Not my best work but I guess its Ok for an 8:30 am post caffeine writing. Feel Free to Critique

Reviews

[Edie Blue Starfish]

great title, I agree. the poem touches on something serious in nature, I like the dirt it exposes and the edge in the voice. there's an ounce of despair with a touch of hope

[Laurent Hardesty]

Thanks! I must of edited it like 20 times since I'm still experimenting with capital letters

[Edie Blue Starfish]

Keep experimenting til you find what you like. You're welcome.