Dear Council What Do I Want
what do I want
What do I want
people ask me again
When I say that I'm being kicked out
I go to the meetings and I'm here again
with a laugh and a cry and more shouts
Eight years move by without much of a sigh
until now when it's all ready - too late
What I want is space where my soul can lie
lacking gold that I'm asked to be paid
for a warm night is worth more'n stars above
and I can't save 'nuff gold to be worse
can't live in my home nor stay with my love
I start fearing my hometown is cursed
What do I want? I ask you again
needing help I find only within
what can you do with our poor crippled folk
who despair but still live in this town
being lucky to sleep in a van is no joke
when I laugh my own tears are profound
I need peace and calm for my tired fears
and my fears are for everyone's sake
my own true love cant get rid of his fear
even though it determines his fate
what do I want for my battered life
What does it matter it seems
what kind of help can keep me afloat
in this port filled with sad sinking dreams
I want comfort, help and forgiveness
and anything else you can do
for I don't want escape from any o' this
I will struggle to see this life through
Copyright © Lyra Pendragon | Year Posted 2019
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