Concrete


Winter’s hardened cold
relentlessly
pounds my soul
as my ragged existence
offers very little comfort
I am cold.

The place where
my belongings
are carefully strewn about . . .
this place, where life
and death
meet
is my home
The concrete is so cold.

It doesn’t take much
to understand the reasons
when everyday
is stained
forgotten footprints
and pain
so much pain

I reach out to anyone
someone
you
and ask,
please brother
friend
stranger
can you spare
anything
the world is so cold tonight.

forgotten footprints. two words that just gathered up the cold,
and the concrete, and hit home to me in this write mig. well done!

From one's heart,,pours a stream which creates an Ocean.
Color your Sea with red for its pierce and blue for the sadness
it reveals,,now make its tides blend in some sunshine,,
as it calls it self YOU! Nice write my friend..very NICE!!