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[aid] => mick
[title] => Street Ghost
[time] => 2018-07-30 20:40:33
[hometext] => Trying to see the world through the eyes of a homeless person and the desperation they must feel
[bodytext] => The blame game spins the wheel and I am cast as perpetrator of my own predicament
Society turns the blind eye to the street ghost that I have become
Nameless castaway, floating in a sea of despair
The invisible army, recruited unwilling, to trudge dark alleys paved with sorrow
The winter snow stings the eyes that see all colours
But focus only on the black and white of cruel existence
My zest for life ransacked, tattered as the faded coat
That gives scarce comfort from the ill wind which hollowed out my will
Each day not a blessing but further descent into the abyss of broken dreams
Hope gouged from the soul, last remnants scraped away with the blunt knife of realism
Lost amidst a sea of empty faces, meandering like crazed monk among the catacombs
Should I pass to shadow, the epitaph would not grace your disinterested gaze
I am the modern day leper you so vehemently seek to avoid
The look in your eyes yells beggar, thief, madman, fool
The look in mine says see the truth, I am human too
[comments] => 3
[counter] => 242
[topic] => 39
[informant] => puppy_dog_eyes
[notes] => Edited per site help request ~ Moderator_18 Aug 2-2018
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Street Ghost
Contributed by
puppy_dog_eyes
on
Monday, 30th July 2018 @ 08:40:33 PM in AEST
Topic:
Grief
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The blame game spins the wheel and I am cast as perpetrator of my own predicament
Society turns the blind eye to the street ghost that I have become
Nameless castaway, floating in a sea of despair
The invisible army, recruited unwilling, to trudge dark alleys paved with sorrow
The winter snow stings the eyes that see all colours
But focus only on the black and white of cruel existence
My zest for life ransacked, tattered as the faded coat
That gives scarce comfort from the ill wind which hollowed out my will
Each day not a blessing but further descent into the abyss of broken dreams
Hope gouged from the soul, last remnants scraped away with the blunt knife of realism
Lost amidst a sea of empty faces, meandering like crazed monk among the catacombs
Should I pass to shadow, the epitaph would not grace your disinterested gaze
I am the modern day leper you so vehemently seek to avoid
The look in your eyes yells beggar, thief, madman, fool
The look in mine says see the truth, I am human too
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2018-07-30 20:40:33] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Street Ghost
(User Rating: 1 ) by softerware on
Monday, 30th July 2018 @ 09:04:27 PM AEST (User
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So many wonderful comparisons here to paint the picture of homelessness. You use dark colors and the write seems to be penned on a stormy day. It is at once, tragic, resentful, enduring, courageous, and the last line leaves us a reminder we seem to lose sight of -- in the same manner that we avoid sight of the homeless.
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Re: Street Ghost
(User Rating: 1 ) by northernlights on
Sunday, 19th August 2018 @ 05:07:01 AM AEST (User
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Hey Steve, The last two powerful lines say it all. Truth spoken from a passionate heart to bring recognition of humanity into the dark corners society creates in its own inimitable ignorance! |
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Re: Street Ghost
(User Rating: 1 ) by JamesStockdale on
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Sad but well conveyed.
A real wake up call! |
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