Trampled by the WorldA Poem by ChelseaHorrors happen; yet the world keeps spinning. Never impacted, or so it seems.Trampled by the World World spins Not waiting for anything or anybody The homeless, Full of stories; nobody to tell Clothes nothing other than shreds Given disgusted looks as they fight their way through the dumpsters Teens addicted to drugs; lying upon the ground Hopes and dreams abandoned Nothing to enlighten their shadowed souls Nobody stopping to hold them in their arms; just left to suffer A little girl cries; alone Buried under her sheets; tears pooling on her mattress Her tears dry on her cheeks; her face a salty white mask The girl’s thoughts of death being an easy way to go Won’t somebody lift her from the dark? A little boy falls; his hands marked and scratched He cleans them himself; only as good as a child could They infect and cause him pain; just because nobody cared Just as his hurt hands were never cared for so is his heart A single mother cries after the disappearance of her husband Her stomach churns as she wants to be in his arms, kissing his lips Yet he never returns; she’s alone Having to fight her way through the pain, while being a mother to her little kids A young man; chasing after the girl of his dreams Makes a bad decision; harming her And so he spends his life looking through the bars in a jail His cell dusty, not a spark of happiness He sits with his head in his hands Sorry for what he’s done, but never given a second chance A young woman; not much more than a girl Lied to; works the streets Her eyes painted with dark makeup; her clothes barely giving her any privacy Lonely and cold; feeling like there’s no return Somebody show her the path! Children starving Stomachs contorted in pain Nobody can seem to come up with the money; yet they have it in a wallet A teenage boy Forgotten by his family Cuts his wrists, his arms stained in blood His mind confused; nobody there to straighten it out An infant cries out Not more than a month old Wondering where its beloved mother and father went Honey, they’re not coming back Horrors strike the world; yet the world keeps spinning Never impacted, or so it seems. Nice view on the world Jan 31, 2011honor medal Feb 2, 2011© 2011 ChelseaAuthor's Note
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Added on December 8, 2010Last Updated on February 22, 2011 Tags: trampled, world, spins, never impacted, teenage girl, teenage boy, woman, man, jail, infant, cries, drugs, homeless AuthorChelseaCanadaAboutPoetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance. - Carl Sandburg Hello! Thank you for checkin’ out my page on the café! My name is Chelsea or Chels. I’m fifteen years old, your .. more..Writing
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