"Lucky Coin"

Still a work in progress

Endless taste of discrimination in my mouth,
Clashes with the voice trying to pant for one more breath.

Inhale deeply,
exhale in return,
Let the air out of those lungs.

My soul keeps seeping,
not another patch to spare,
The hole grows larger,
There is no one there.

Found a lucky coin on the side of the road.

Polish that hope,
make it shine,
glimmer in the light.

Cherish that coin.
It is yours,
spend it wisely.

Staring at the coin as ol' Lincoln stares back,
Throw it in the gutter.
Someone else will find it...

Reviews

[koty bell]

i like the idea it's like sharing with someone else

[Nobody.]

I like this. I like the idea at the end best....there is something profound about throwing your hope in the gutter for others to find. interesting piece.
cheers