Charges and Charger

she gave so much that her tank was running on empty

money worldly possession advice love and heart blood


	clothed and fed the homeless

	a kind word and a few coins

		
to every poor beggar in sight on the long windy road

of social mobility going the wrong way towards loss


	selfless she stumbled upon utter

	misery devastation and destitution


surely some of the tramps would buy smokes and booze

in search for mind-numbing solace from their vile plight


	who is to judge unless they marched

	in somebody else’s shoes or barefoot 


the neighbours chuckled she looks like one of the vagrants

and they resembled each other when the days drew to a close
 

	nightmares filled her aspirations and dreams

	but she lit candles and incense in firm prayer


one rainy freezing midnight one of her down and out drifters

set himself alight at the local petrol station in search of the light

 
	inflamed her sorrow and the stench of hot fumes

	rekindled her blazing desire to proffer even more



‘it’s my fault alone I should have invited him into my home’

but every nook and cranny had already been filled with bodies

and her pantry was empty with power for the fridge disconnected

she had sold the furniture except for mattresses a long time ago



	‘should have slept on the street myself and not him´ but

	does hindsight matter when blindness stole present vision


eventually the fuel pipe broke under pressure of emptiness

she would call it angel gas supplied by God’s given grace


		a true people pleaser with

		no charger anywhere near


the gas oven loomed as she searched for a rope in the wood wormed

attic that had infested her strong resolve and last bit of compassion


		she was ready to give up and dangle in bliss

		from rafters of seemingly senseless kindness


but Karma would not take her weary bones and exhausted mind

when a barely clothed women cuddled her in a smelly embrace


		a toothless smile brought back her own kindness

		too much decay to change her heavenly abode 



23rd September 2020


Givers Contest

Sponsor Regina McIntosh
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September 23, 2020 at 5:10 AM
- I think it was too much "angel gas" :))) ... she at least tried ... - Best wishes in the contest, Kai :) - I posted my proposal for this contest today ... hope you like it :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)
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