Wanderer

I wrote this thinking of a family member who fell upon hard times but it can apply to many in the world today as well...... something near my heart..... for the lost souls the homeless

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It feels like a winter day.
Coffee to stave off harsh cold.
A cold that penetrates the very being
of a soul lost and so alone.

Stone dark alleys,
strewn with litter.
lost reminders of someone’s day
cast aside carelessly.

He has seen many streets.
Sitting on a park bench in the rain.
Conclusions never come,
a toast to all the wandering souls such as he.

Half empty whiskey bottle.
Resting half tilted in his jacket.
Well’s of soul running dry.
Tattered in a windstorm like a kite.

Jewels of better moments,
or were there any afterall?
maybe the stones never polished
the surfaces to a smooth shine.

The minute dust in strong breeze.
a leaf falling from half naked branch.
Chance is all there is.
Does he want to leave it all to chance once more?

Reviews

[Chloe Madison Taylor.]

It feels like a winter day.
Coffee to stave off harsh cold.
A cold that penetrates the very being
of a soul lost and so alone.


ugh that reminds me of having to walk to school. anyways.
awesome poem.

[Shadows of Sight]

I liked how in this the homless person, has a choice, to stay homless or try to make a go at life again. I think that was what made this such a wonderfull work. Because all we are when it comes down to it, is a bunch of our choices all put together...:)
Wonderful write! :)

[Travis Ralston aka LIAR]

I liked this. Your wording for some of the lines, especially 'Tattered in a windstorm like a kite.' I thought were just great.

Thanks for the review on my piece as well. =)