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[aid] => mick
[title] => The World Can Be a Cold Place
[time] => 2007-04-18 11:34:28
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[bodytext] => Alone again on the street tonight With no place to go, no place to stay I head down an alley where light Casts a few shadows on the dirty ground. A grizzled old man in rags stands by a fire Which is inclosed by a metal barrel He stretches out his cracked, warn hands Attempting to feel a little warmth from the fire As I approach, he looks at me through sullen eyes And says, "The world can be a cold place." Through more alleys I traverse this gloomy night, Noticing my breath turning misty white As I meander through the backwards places of town A faint whimpering catches my attention And a dog limps out from behind a dumpster. He has no collar, no ID, and no purpose of existance. Just a dirty fur coat and a will to survive I stroke his head with my nearly frozen hands And he returns the favor by licking them. As if to say, "I feel your pain This world can be a cold place." Aimlessly I walk through the now empty streets Past the marquee and closed shops Only the street lights illumine my path Like a flourescent white dream. A soft crying is heard through the calm It comes from a little girl and her mother. Huddled together near a store entrance Trying to sleep in the cold with only a thin blanket. Through her sobs, she asks her mother If she'll ever be warm again. All I hear is, "Baby, the world can be a cold place." Down the tracks I'm walking, hoping for a train Or any sign of humanity in this cold hell. And up ahead I see a flash and hear a gunshot. Through the darkness, I see a body lying face down. Blood is pooling around it in all directions. There is a gun in his hand and a bottle of booze nearby. I turn him over to see his face Which reveals that he is a young man like me. Searching through his pockets I find a note Which I unfold and read to myself. It said, "I've lost hope in everything of this world. I'm tired and cold and want to go home. But I have no home. I have nobody and nothing. So I'm going away to somewhere warm Because anyplace is better than here, This world was a cold place." [comments] => 1 [counter] => 218 [topic] => 32 [informant] => yackerz85 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SadPoetry )
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