The Twsited and the Souless

The twisted and the soulless

They walk along the edge

Their hearts carry meanings

Written on paper bags

They shrug their shoulders

And suck on f**s

The burnt ashy remains fall to the street

Shuffled to sewer grates by men with greater feet

Their gazes trapped forever beneath the horizon line

The freedom-inspiring azure embrace of the sky they will never find

Empty bottles tinkle in their chests

All their emotions kept in the drop of that last glass

The closing sign beckons in twilights glow

Toward the dark, smoky embrace of the bar they go

Spending gifts of grace from their paper cups

Still clinging to the hope that life is about to go up

Reviews

[Ashesh]

the world of gray you depict in your poem. a cry for green lush of humanity. wonderful write. thanks for sharing.

[Ruth]

Excellent love! What lies within them? A void to be filled, humanity has reached an empty platform.....needs to find peace! Great poem sweet! xx

[Brad]

from begining to end this one pulled at that heartstring, well written!

[Bard Constantine]

I like the gritty mood you create here. I'm reminded of those on the vestiges of society... the forgotten remnants who wander the streets listlessly...