SOUL

I come from
brunt down music,
where Al.Green, soul,
love and happiness,
when there was nothing
but empty bellies,
dreams fragile,
broken like glass,
heroin skin,
Marvin asking,
what's going on?
I remember playing
hide and seek in
hollow buildings with
a burnt building smell,
and nowhere to hide.

Reviews

[emmajoygreen]

Drama, sliding into a near tragedy, no frills, no excuses. As the reviewer below says, you really do deserve far more reviews For me your words could be the start of a great epic of life lived and almost alive. Kudos and more. Rene. Will be more than ready to read more of your writing - soon.

[Aluppi Jampur]

24 views and no comments.
Such a shame.
Thanks for sharing this slice of poetic life.
I can hear the sounds and smell the aromas as if I were there.

[Rene Velez]

What can I tell you. People don't read poetry anymore. This place use to be great. It's just cookie bait now. I do my thing on twitter. #vss365 prompt words. Write a poem there. Use the prompt word of the day and add the hashtag on the bottom of your poem. Thanks for the review.