Alone
the beautiful hungry baby
dirt ring neck
abandoned at the grocery store
wailing in the cart
sticky fingers outstreched
reaching for those who stare
and now when the sun sinks into the ground
when the street lights come on
no cell
no texts- "get your happy ass home"
and down this dirt road
the lights flicker out
wondering
relying on stars for sight
and now when the bars close
2am
no ride home
<Deleted User> (13762)
Mon 5th Dec 2016 10:05
I like this - I sense the 'alone' is pleasurable - to a point - but not for the baby.
Small word of advice - don't be tempted to stick a load of poems on here in one go Cher as the system tends to bury them and it's less likely they will all get read. One or two a day is about right. But I look forward to reading more in due course.
Colin