A Thin Veil

A Thin Veil

A Poem by Carl

Why do kids carry knives to school
Knowing they could be used
A thin veil of make up and a knowing smile
Disguises for the abused
Why do dreams tantamount to dust
Continually in this day and age
And why do poets continue to write
For victims on a page

At night a young girl walks out on her boy
Trying to stem the flow
A thin veil of silence no words exchanged
As he watches her go
Sometimes a relationships status
Is so difficult to gauge
And why do poets continue to write
For victims on a page

A young girl sleeps in a doorway
Just another town stray
The thin veil of hope that's in her eyes
Is slowly ebbing away
She's a dreamer an artist a talented soul
With a beauty that belies her age
And why do poets continue to write
For victims on a page 

A mother sits at a bedside
Knowing her heart will break
She clings to that thin veil of belief
That her daughter will wake
The prognosis has been difficult
Bleak at every stage
And why do poets continue to write
For victims on a page 

An M,P stands on stage
After a race too close to call
Elected on a thin veil of promises
That change is coming for all
An honest days work he tells them
For an honest wage 
And why do poets continue to write 
For  victims on a page 

A soldier waits in the darkness
Ready to attack
Safe in the thin veil of knowledge 
That his brothers have his back
He thinks briefly of home
As the order comes to engage
And why do poets continue to write
For victims on a page

These thin veils of emotion
That we hold in our hearts
Inspiration a spoken word
Is often where it starts
And these emotions will aid us 
And will help us stand
And that's why poets write for victims
On pages throughout the land

© 2025 Carl


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Added on July 11, 2025
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Carl
Carl

Quality Street - England



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Hi I'm Carl. I'm from England. I can't remember a time when I did not write. I went to school and had the most amazing teacher an American called Martin Foxwell. He taught me so much. The greatest le.. more..