Bias Fields Poet I do not know?

Home At Last

The air is cold
walking on the streets alone
without my love
without a home
no one knows 
where I'm going 
I never stop 
I walk and roam
the ones with money 
look upon me 
as if I was another race
shame is showing
when they've past
on my face 
I jump from high
and I am falling fast 
the air is cold
the air is loud 
my body hits 
without a sound

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Carol Sunshine Brown May 31, 2011 at 5:12 AM A warm welcome to PoetrySoup I offer to you Bias. I wish for you the best in your writing endeavors whatever they may be. May you find inspiration by reading some of the poetry written here by other poets. Read and comment on their's and they will return in kind. May the sun shine on you that you might find great joy in your life. Love and blessing always, Carol

Dr.Ram Mehta May 29, 2011 at 3:30 PM Nice expressions you have worded so well, keep your pen flowing, bias

Poet Destroyer A May 29, 2011 at 11:27 AM Bias Fields, a deep walk when one returns.. poor judgements will always follow while your blue eyes are staring at the ground... a sad feeling when one falls and nobody knows but, you... great poem.. p.d.