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Their Souls Departed

She walks the streets Of dim lit lights The heart broken homeless woman Lady of the night. . The world was yours Gold and pearls, a platinum life Married to a silver spoon You were once a rich mans wife. . Your husband befriends the spirit king A storm of abuse and alcohol rain Now you run to spare your life The only hope is to escape the pain. . State to state with blackened heart Into the night is where you sleep Within the darkness led astray Where lonesome lives and gutters weep. . To your new home No key no door Emptiness squared Of paper board. ~~~ He walks in silence all alone Seeking out divinity Mile upon mile on worn out shoes Through the streets of un-lit trees. . Contrition holds his broken heart Bound to earth by saddened love His soul was taken within a glance He is now the lonesome dove. . Once a father, a husband, A man A wonderful life Of dreams and plans. . Until that night in the car together Unknownst the evil seed A green light passed and through a yellow The devil in drunken speed. . A wreck to fell the family tree Within the night of silence brings A horrid vision imprinted the mind Of a soulless man with broken wings. ~~~ Even while life continues to shine There comes a girl of only nine Abandoned, alone to hope adored Mommy is gone to be a whore. . This child walks in huddled arms Frightened to be where evil charms She finds a box to crawl inside Alone to live, alone to cry. . While tears fall down upon her face A sound has startled her in her place Unbeknownst the box with broken tape This nine year old girl will now be rapped. ~~~ Now as I sit In the comforts of home I knew none of these people Or the streets they called home. . I lived like most, in ignorance To those poor and suffering lives Never once did I adjust A thought or even an eye. . Yet on the set the news I stare Police lights shine in heavy glare Those unknown people, those broken hearted Lie still in the night, their souls departed. BY: DARREN J McMURRAY Placid Poet

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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Date: 9/16/2008 1:45:00 PM
We find it easier to bury our heads and pretend. God knows what kind of lives they had and we sit in comfort and complain. Good write. Vince
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Date: 9/13/2008 4:21:00 PM
Darren this poem is amazing - You sure told the fate of many people - I know many homeless drug addicts because I used to cook Methamphetamine - Their fate always ate at me and still does though I now live my life in service of the Lord - My wife and I help out the homeless shelter where we used to be during those dark times - God Bless you and your heart
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