On the streets he sees
All the pain on their faces
The young man hungry
The elder woman dying
The little children abused
He smiles to each of them
His own pain hidden
For the sake of others
One day he says
They won't feel the pain
He will feed the man
The elder woman shall die
But peacefully
Those children rescued at last
His name remains unknown
He says he's no hero
That's the hero thing to say
All of his life
He's fought his own demons
All he asks is one thing
Happiness amongst them.
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Poetry of a not so Dead Girl
PoetryThis is a collection of poems that I have written and in the process of writing. Most of them come from raw emotions. We all have an inner darkness. I have explored mine in depth over the years. The results weren't always satisfying. These poems are...
