When Hate Erupts
Become a
Premium Member
and post notes and photos about your poem like Emile Pinet.
Eyelids pierced by splinters of light,
I rub my eyes as I awake.
Though my bedroll has kept me warm,
I am hungry, and my bones ache.
Belongings few; I fear their loss,
for they are what keeps me alive.
Yet, they don't get lighter with age;
I may not thrive, but I survive.
A pair of doves announce the sun,
dispelling the shadows of night.
And I start my day panhandling;
while trying to keep out of sight.
Suddenly, I hear a loud laugh;
with a jeering edge to its pitch.
And some teenagers come running;
being homeless makes me their .
As a barrage of fists let loose,
pain radiates with each impact.
My nose is broken and bleeding,
but most of me is still intact.
Wrong place to be; when hate erupts,
for the anger of youth runs deep.
And although time will help me heal,
I have no more tears left to weep.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2017
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