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Carly Talbot Poem
One day Ill find a window,
Where the light shines through.
No more darkness, no more pain.
A pathway to my freedom;
A rope to save the fallen;
A direction on a barren lane;
The name of an unknown soldier.
A step into the future
And away from the past.
They say that light leads way to the Angels.
Twas the light of the Northern star
Which led the Magi to Bethlehem
To witness the birth of Christ.
Its lets me know that existence still exists
Outside my black universe;
That off my black canvas
Lays a pallet full of colours,
And a world I cannot see.
It stopped the loneliness
And lent me the gift of time.
If only I could reach
To feel the outside world,
To smell the flowers so sweet,
Wave the seasons goodbye
As they come and go.
But here, these chains encapture me,
Alone in this room-
Only a window for company.
Copyright © Carly Talbot | Year Posted 2006
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Carly Talbot Poem
I walk by and the shutters close.
I look into their eyes and they turn away.
No-one wants to help me.
Their doors slam in my face,
So I carry on walking through the dark, cold night.
I’ve prayed to God so many times,
But he never hears my calls.
All I ask for is food and water,
Shelter to cover my body from the harsh winter rain.
I have no job because I have no home,
But who can buy with no money?
My family have deserted me,
Left me explore the unknown and wonder.
I used to be so respectable,
A wealthy gentleman of high esteem,
A kind, warm-hearted soul.
Now, I’m dirty and unshaven,
A ragged, unsightly wonderer.
No hopes, no future, no dignity.
I sit on the street corner,
Waiting for generosity,
The chance that never comes,
Yearning for the meal I’ll never get to eat.
Oh, where are the people I helped?
Where are the ones I cared for?
Sometimes, even they walk by,
A look of disgust on their faces;
Past memories swimming in their eyes,
As if dreams unexplored;
Then their eyes touch the floor-
They can no more bear to look at me.
I need ask no questions,
For to me, that is their reply.
I lie in the gutter
And watch the World pass me by;
I wonder from town to town
Looking for someone who’ll spare me the time of day,
But they turn away,
And pray that they’ll never endure my fate.
Copyright © Carly Talbot | Year Posted 2006
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