Turned out
from
the hostel,
into the snow,
With no place
to call
your own,
There's nowhere
to go,
Snowflakes
start to settle
on your
rheumy and reddened eyes,
The snowflakes sting
like dancing knives,
Snow is falling
faster now,
Traces of ice
appear
on your brow,
And you're
getting colder now,
Snow and ice
slowly
turning to sleet,
Gets into
your crumbling shoes,
freezing your feet,
Now,
your eyes,
filmy and bleary,
Start to close
you are so weary,
Suddenly,
you find yourself,
lying on the floor,
As you
lie there
on the verge
of death,
You can feel
deaths fiery breath,
And suddenly,
You're not so cold
Anymore
Author notes
Unfortunately this is a true story. A homeless man was turned out of a hostel on a snowy winters night and very sadly for him, he died. I read about it in a local newspaper and wrote this poem as a small tribute to him.
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- Dark poetry by cutekitten789.
800 points, ended December 11, 2007, 12 entries
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Comments
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wow... thank you for this true story... that poor man thank you for these words
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This is so sad I have heard of this happening before,thjere needs to be better ways to help them in their time of need thanks for sharing this with me best wishes and much love
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