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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required "Fraudulent" A writer writes of people walking lonely dark streets begging for bread, shelter and cold without all like he’s been there trudging up and downhill knocking on doors that judgmentally remain closed after glimpsed twigging - a monumental fail, also known as - a slow burning spectacular fall from grace never to be opened again all doors, backs turned, tight every face, unanswered by those non-pitying, self-righteous, enjoying Life and it's all unwilling to answer the Untouchables' call - who has the time, who really wants to know the damaged, get down and dirty with the poor? Yet I wonder how the Writer would feel lying his head on a pallet with no pillow when suicide is served neatly at Christmas cut cleanly by a partitioned wall no pudding and a yuletide-worn priest who's come to bless the homeless, who never once asked for a call they are left standing in the hallway looking forlornly at a closed door wondering, "who next? is it me next, that fails again and then falls?" "Was it the Writer?" one asks Another homeless roomy shrugs and says, "We will know in the morn." I'd be fraudulent to say Christmas - it was a couple of days later, the room next to the kitchen the story's somewhat flawed, suicide served neatly at Christmas No. 10 was the number written on his room door He was a Writer, once more. drunks, addicts, homeless matrons and widows parolees, refugees and psychopathic heroes trying to forget their own wars, the dirty dishevelled, minds not free, no, not free at all But this one, He was a writer and here's something more exhausted by life, another resided in Room No. 6, doors away, just by 4 The other exhausted Writer, oblivious to Room No. 10's departure, snored. Life ebbs for the homeless a priest blesses Room No. 10 makes the Sign of the Cross blessings muffled behind closed door The Writer's ghost walks lonely out the revolving entrance of the homeless, demented and poor a light flickers and stalls, the summer rain stings the bitumen Unaware of the transition Room No. 6 dreams of a life not yet forgotten her ghosts are living, she's banished them to Siberia and orders their execution Someone will have to notify his daughters, they reside with their mother and her new husband in Hong Kong, the Writer, mercilessly alienated, found them cold and superior, The Writer, Room No. 10, just became numb he started taking whiskey with his water ... and continued the job of writing his true story, He wrote, every hour, minute and second, precisely with dignity and sheer Love time bled into long days and he realised life is so short, so his story he wrote to hold onto the shreds of pure love remaining, that which remained steadfast for his daughters, this was his legacy for them, his true value, his real journey, his Life's work The priest hasn't gone so far as to sprinkle Holy Water A call will be made by the Mission, too late now, the call will be made in the morn, The ambulance arrives the body is gently wrapped and thrown on a trolley he travels back to the local hospital's morgue 5 star Fraudulently written by some By some unwanted, no luxury Room No. 10 non-fraudulent left in a hurry Never to be forgotten It will be written for the Writer and his two daughters his story remains still unread "You would have liked him, he was a Writer", to Room No. 6, this was said (LadyLabyrinth/2019) for Matthew, The Writer, Room No. 10 Ebbs House, Christmas 2018 with Love and Respect https://youtu.be/6AeRFQw986k “How to Disappear Completely” “There comes a time when you look into the mirror and you realise that what you see is all that you will ever be. And then you accept it. Or you kill yourself. Or you stop looking in mirrors.” Tennessee Williams 1. Project Semicolon https://projectsemicolon.com/ 2. Homelessness Australia https://www.homelessnessaustralia.org.au/ 3. Mission Australia https://www.missionaustralia.com.au/ Australia https://www.lifeline.org.au/ America https://afsp.org/ United Kingdom https://www.supportline.org.uk/problems/suicide/ International - All http://www.suicide.org/international-suicide-hotlines.html (Homelessness/Suicide Prevention go hand-in-hand. Most countries will have Crisis Hotlines for Homelessness, as well as Suicide Prevention. If you, or your loved one/s or friends, require assistance/support, links provided will assist as first point of call to get you, or your loved one/s, friend/s to where they need to be, safe, stable, emotionally and physically supported). "Loneliness is a Silent Killer" / Huffington Post https://www.huffpost.com/entry/the-danger-of-loneliness_b_3816494 https://aifs.gov.au/cfca/bibliography/parental-alienation Matthew 25:35-40
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