Lost and Alone, Surviving Cold, Hard Streets
Lost And Alone, Surviving Cold, Hard Streets
Hole in her heart matched the hole in her dress
She was now alone, life was such a mess.
First that truly great job had flown away
Her fine house destroyed by fire next day.
Monday came, more darkness with its ill wind
Death had finally taken her last friend.
Now sorrow, ate its way into her soul
Life wrecked, fate had taken its heavy toll.
On brutal streets she found an alley home
She, penniless and childless had to roam.
She had no choice but to try to survive
Now so weak, just barely staying alive.
Why she asked, had such calamity came
Was not she and her heart one and the same?
Robert J. Lindley
Sonnet
Fate delivers its great and deep sorrow in so many sad ways.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
