Extend Your Hands
I gave her a cup of coffee to warm her soul
“But where is my tomorrow?” she cried.
My jeans dry on tree branches blown
by the wind to dry as do my tears.
My shoes are worn from walking the streets
of desperation, despair and heartless rain.
Reality of living day to day is now my norm
loneliness is my only companion as I strive
to find an open food kitchen or a spare bed.
I have been locked out of life and have no key
I carry all I own on my back as it spills on a trail
of hopelessness and searching for what I have lost
I’m invisible, masked from vision of those who walk by
Stuffing fast food in yawning mouths, leaving crumbs
Why don’t they see me, why don’t they extend hands?
The least little kindness will help me stand once again.
#Challenge #HelpMe @DesperateSouls
The Gravity of Her Nonreality
It was well half past the glass
when the very last bell sang
and atonal anvils fell
behind the curtain walls where
an eternal debutante
rang her hands and wept encore
having but once crossed her lines
of a thousand ten times with
real passions unmemorized
cast within her own rebuke
as the last tip she would leave
on the understudy's seat
#Desperation #Challenge
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Desper -air- tion
My body plunged downward.
With no lifesaver to hold on to, I
sank
down
down
down.
I felt my lungs shrivelling
The air was gathering and was begging for a release
that I refused to give.
The muscles in my arms and legs began to twitch
and sting.
All attempts to rise to the surface had been pointless
I just sank
lower
lower
lower
A heavy pressure was then set all over me
Like my own anchor,
I sunk myself
My arms went loose,
And my body went numb
My lips parted and freed its captives-
They escaped above me.
Silver spheres in the light.
The cold dark liquid then trapped me in its strong hold
And I sank
deep
deep
deep
into the blue sea.
#drowning #ocean #poetry #sinking #desperation