Wednesday, 2 December 2009

Homeless - Lozz Duke

I thought I'd stepped into a nightmare
When I past him on the street
His face was a grim storm,
Penetrated by his eyes of gray-blue fire
Pouring out the years of back break and heart ache,
Seeping out poorly managed anger into the landscape around him

But underneath his bubbling skin,
A turmoil of ideas, sounds and words
Breaking the ice-thin,
In a wonderful harmony,
Frustration,
Over a hard past
And an ever more difficult future
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1 comment:

  1. Belinda3 December 2009 at 09:22

    Hi,

    I love this piece. I think it provides an excellent snapshot of a life on the street.

    I particularly like;

    'Pouring out the years of back break and heart ache

    and

    Underneath his blubbling skin,
    a turmoil of ideas, sounds and words.

    It shows the reader that despite the difficulties and hardship of being homeless that there is still a real person underneath.

    Like this alot

    Belinda

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