Cursed red light!
There he is again.
Taunting me, staring.
Help me I am homeless.
Why am I not caring?
Could this light be any longer?
That’s it…eyes dead ahead.
Cursed peripheral vision!
I long for the tunnel.
Focus on my own despair.
Will work for food.
Yeah, partner!
Work for food.
Exactly what I am trying to do
If only this light would…
Spare change?
Can I spare change?
Ah, finally!
Green light.
A contest entry
- November New Member Contest by AP Greeters.
600 points, ended December 7, 2007, 83 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Thanks for entering
I read this as a muddle of thoughts and choices, possibly by a homeless person. A little confusing but also interesting at the same time.
Good luck - let the ink flow and your fingers dance
Rosemary -
Welcome to All Poetry
A very interesting take on the prompt. Thanks so much for entering our contest
Gaylene
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Welcome to AllPoetry
G'Day bhoward664
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This is an interesting write I must say.
I like the flow
Thank you for your entry
best of luck
Stay safe
~Amanda
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