Throw away child
Walking the streets
Lonely path of chaos
In your world of grief
Mattress of concrete
No pillow for your head
Filthy back alleys
Your treacherous bed
Strangers pass by you
Living busy lives
No thought of the child
With invisible eyes
How did you get here
You had no choice
Young shattered spirit
Inaudible screaming voice
No gentle caress
For a bruised aching soul
You’re nothing but trash
Or so you’ve been told
But someone IS with you
Never leaving your side
He saved your life
The day that He died
He suffered injustice
At the hands of hate
Trusting Our Father
Embracing His fate
Reach beyond mortal flesh
To the heavens above
He is waiting for you
To accept His eternal love
© 2011 Leatherman
Your poem captures the desolation of homelessness as well as our eternal Hope. Well done!
ReplyDeleteI agree totally with Judith...very well done!!!
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