Aa Harvey Poet I do not know?

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.

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