Dark and dreary
lights of passing cars
shine into my eyes...
rain drops splatter
against my windshield
like a thousand
shiny coins.
The world is crying,
the world is crying,
Is there any hope?
is there anything left
for us to hope for?
Broken spirits
walk on the crumbled
dilapidated sidewalks
souls searching for
a place on the mantle
of goodness.
Where has the goodness gone?
are we all doomed for hell?
God is crying out,
for change.
A child
no more then twelve
playing in the puddle
with a tattered coat
and a haphazard,
ripped umbrella.
The wind rips through the trees,
angry and harsh.
Lightening and thunder rumble
through, as the whip, whip, whip
of my windshield wipers
rhythmically wipe away the tears
of the world.
Where is the hope?
where is the grace?
what will become
of the human race?
Author notes
working through writers block.
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ohoh, well i like your writers block work love your uneven structure, yup i like!
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this really gave me chills!
your are right that the signs of poverty, despair and hopelessness are all around us. I hope that the worst is over; but I fear that the world will sink deeper into this "hell" before things get better. There is hope though! you know the saying that things sometimes get worse before they get better...
your imagery is outstanding in this poem. it flows just beautifully. I loved it! thanks for sharing hon!
karen
oh, and I just adore the title! perfect.
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i liked it a lot, one of my favorites to be sure, the way that it was formated, and i liked how some lines were short and others were long, it was a wonderful read, and i agree with it whole heartedly.
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There is always hope and there is always despair, 'tis the way the world has always been. You do an excellent job of creating the image; the car, raindrops, windshield wipers, child with the umbrella, and the feeling of doubt and questioning to go along with it. Writers block? Pffffftttt...
Love you, Rosita Bonita!
Momma Bella
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This is beautiful.
You choose your adjective so precisely... it's inspirational, i think.
I'd like to think there's still some hope out there... I know for sure that there are nice people in the world.. so hopefully that means we're not all doomed.
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