Barefoot

Barefoot. All my poems are written to express myself; Talking in riddles is bad for your wealth. I think I need to find new oxygen; This land has no clean air and I am no help. I live for laughter; I laugh at myself. Beaten and broken, I have become someone else. Is this a new age? Or is it just the same face, In search of a shave and a better day? I live for now, I fade away. When all is lost, who am I to say? I need for nothing, but crave it all. I can’t be brave in this brave new world. She walks on egg shells, scared of a fall. Pretty to picture; love is a calling. My need is her, but she is a wall; Stopped in my tracks, I keep on falling. I walk alone through pitch black streets, In search of light; I find my feet. This is the place where I belong. The darkness surrounds me as I wander on. Day light arrives and brings hunger with it. Who am I to ask you to give me anything? But please, a gift, then I will be gone, To vanish from your life… Your charity is done. (C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.