They weren't always homeless.

Cold descends

dark heavy nights,

starring down flames 

fiery black drums,

rising smoke blankets

the stars above.

The forgotten gathers

warming hands rub

on yesterday's reflections;

what one... had.

Silently pondering

what tomorrow gives,

sharing the despair

that loneliness brings.

Reviews

[Adam Adams]

True... "tomorrow" is neither seen nor will it be ev'r watched but it's oft. predicted ov'r the analogies of happenings.

"Silently pondering, what morrow gives sharing the despair.. " very deep and realistic line it is. Seemed, the metaphor's pointing something to the humanity of modernism that's, shamelessly, crushed down 'neath the feet. Nice imagery you've come up with!

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you so much Adams, your reviews outstrip my poems lol I like your mindset, your interpretations/ explanations remarkable, I could do with some of that intelligence of yours. Much appreciated for dropping by Adams

[ANTO]

Medieval castles afforded protection to the people within their walls - those outside were left to the wolves and bandits - now the bricks and mortar of those castle have been replaced by the attitudes of society at large - the outcasts still left to the wolves and bandits.
You make the reader think Andrew. Bravo!

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you Anto for a great review. Cheers

[Firebird]

At least they haven't been totally forgotten. Thank you for reminding us about people who suffer.

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you Firebird

[jacob erin-cilberto]

many of us are just a paycheck away from rubbing our hands over a fire in a trash barrel to stay warm....

very moving write....

loneliness, despair and shivering...it just seems so unfair, especially when we are always lending a hand to other countries...when we have these unfortunate people in ours...where is the help for them?

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you J. yes I know, I had a holiday in Melbourne last week and saw many homeless people on the streets. Very sad