Stories (Part 2)

They're all just fighters, dragging their weight.

They're all just looking for a clean slate.

They're all just wishing they could find peace.

And everyone is looking for a release.

They're all just people with different stories.

They're all just people wishing for glories.

They're all just like us, you and me.

They're all just broken people, you see...

They're alone. Purely.

All alone. Surely,

someone will give them food,

someone will give them bread,

someone will help their mood,

or at least give a bed.

Just for the night, they need

a simple act of kindness.

They don't need much,

just for your love to have blindness,

ignoring all the peculiarities and shame

they feel every day as they march on the same.

Despised because of their body and mocked because of their hair,

they don't understand how the love dissipated and where

on earth did it all go? All of the happy times

they used to feel are nothing more than wind chimes.

They remind them of the gladness, the laughter, the hope

when everything felt so perfect, but, nope,

life took it away, yanked it out from under their feet.

They fell on the ground and got up, refusing to be beat.

But beaten they were, and beaten they still will be

until somebody comes along and sets them free.

They're all just fighters, dragging their weight.

They're all just looking for a clean slate.

They're all just wishing they could find peace.

And everyone is looking for a release.

They're all just people with different stories.

They're all just people wishing for glories.

They're all just like us, you and me.

They're all just broken people, you see...

The cage they made was not of their own making.

People came by, using and taking

all of their freedoms, privileges, rights.

Every single night they would try to put up a fight

but it didn't help. No, it did not matter.

They weren't fed food and yet they got fatter.

Bloated by hunger and yet starved from love,

they looked solemnly up and cried to the sky above.

Where is the pity, the help, the truth, and the aid?

All they wanted was a person to give them some shade

from the harsh realities of life. It was not to be.

Instead they stood in the sun, sun burnt and not free.

Where did the love they felt go, and why are they alone?

Love is the only thing they've never been shown.

They're all just fighters, dragging their weight.

They're all just looking for a clean slate.

They're all just wishing they could find peace.

And everyone is looking for a release.

They're all just people with different stories.

They're all just people wishing for glories.

They're all just like us, you and me.

They're all just broken people, you see...

Author's Note

Stories of suffering. Those who have been through things like these knows what I'm talking about, and those of us who have not, myself included, could never understand.

Reviews

[JayceeC]

They don't need much,
just for your love to have blindness,
ignoring all the peculiarities and shame

To me this sums up the whole of this part in your ode to the downtrodden. The imagery and message is just as strong in part 2 as it was in the original. I like that you dedicated this whole part to the homeless. There are so many reasons, yet they carry common emotions of shame and vulnerability.

[Not here]

thank you :) and im really glad you liked it

[Coyote Poetry]

Powerful and strong words my friend.
They're all just fighters, dragging their weight.
They're all just looking for a clean slate.
They're all just wishing they could find peace.
"And everyone is looking for a release.
They're all just people with different stories.
They're all just people wishing for glories.
They're all just like us, you and me.
They're all just broken people, you see..."
You create situation and many things to ponder. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Not here]

thank you for reading :)

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome my friend. Powerful and good words. Needs to be read by more.

[Riley Justine]

Really inspiring piece. I love this series of poems you're creating. Well penned :)

[Not here]

thank you :) i appreciate the comments

[dan]

i am manic now like this poem, can't do

[Ilerah]

Good job man, its well written, inspiring in a way, but above all its just a good poem. Once again, good job David.

[Not here]

haha thanks :)

[Elisa]

You know, after coming from reading "Visions", I feel like this is a great characterization of Jake and his situation. I get the feeling that you are very intune with the suffering of others, which means you are very compassioante. Never lose that sense of empathy. Great job.

[Not here]

thank you :) i hope thats true

[AaronFreitas]

Another awesome piece... the picture made me sad from the start and set the tone for the write. Good work!

[Not here]

that picture is just so sad

[Willard Wells]

The story of the downtrodden of the world as your beautiful writing could cover suffering people around the world, whether that was your intent or not. Very well written.

[Not here]

thanks :) i appreciate it

[Not here]

that picture will make me cry :(