You got me good with this one Luis. I have met people that carry this within and it is just like the writing you just shared with us. Sorrow filled days of disease goes in yor lines, The faceless shadows arise. The fear once among the lust continues,Now reflects creation's demise,So to the idols, wait for impending doom,Under a godless sky,Yet we walk on further atop the broken glass,For our feet will heal but our souls stay doused.
Another touching poem, and so full of the truth. You have written this so well. It's so sad and terrible and it breaks my heart. Thanks for sharing this.
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Isn't it unbelievably sad how people become so desensitized to things these days?.... They will just step over someone laying in the street... They don't even look at them as people anymore.. They become les than the trash littering the ground.. They look with disgust on their faces if they even look at all.. They don't take the time to care.. to look.. to wonder about their story, their struggles, their pain, their needs... to help.... In a world where everyone looks out for number one while stepping on or over anyone else in the process.. then go to their "services" on Sundays and stand on that soap box and tell everyone else how they are going to hell... It is ridiculous quite honestly... You have captured this beautifully here sir.. like you always do...
I volunteer sometimes at the local veteran's hospital in my city and the stories I hear sometimes are heartbreaking.. How men who risked their lives for our freedom and safety come back home to lose their families, their ability to work, to function and are left with no where to go.. no one to help... that people just walk right past them without offering them so much as a kind word... how did we get like this?.. I don't understand it at all...
I have been in some very dark times in my life and was homeless for about six months when I was 18 and released from the girls home and state custody.. I had no where to go and no help.. I fought my way back and haven't looked back.. but I will never forget that feeling of hopelessness, despair, and feeling invisible... it hurts worse than anyone can imagine... I will never turn a blind eye to suffering as long as I am breathing... ever... Thank you for sharing this work with me..
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Thank You for sharing something so intimate... Your words have deeply touched me.
You very nicely slip into their role.. their feelings of being rejected and ignored.When they live in their dirty hovels far away froom the society.Should they be treated such?? The rhetorical question enhances the reader's sense of justice.A revolutionary write.I am inspired. Great work.keep writing friend. :)
My name is Luis Santos Verges and I have a passion
for graphic design and writing. It is my belief,
that poems are inner reflections, "Soul Tattoos"
that are meant to live forever.
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