No Hope To Life

Grey street corner
A frozen room
Lonely bed
A dying moon

Litter swept streets
And templed stars
Blurred rising sun
Hits burnt out cars.

Hate scrawled text
On bricked in walls
From cancered branch
A last leaf falls

The knife drawn streets
Barred with shops,
The downward wound
That never stops.

A Frostbitten tree
A pock marked road.
First morning truck
With a heavy load.

Gun ruled streets
Of bricks and knives
Discarded dreams
And shattered lives.

A world of pain
A world of snow
Nowhere to leave
No place to go

With no hope
To a world forlorn
No route to life
A child is born

by sal carter

Comments (6)

I really enjoyed reading this awsome poem by you It is so nice, how simple your words drew a picture in my mind I saw what you saw Your words were very effective
I really enjoyed reading this awsome poem by you It is so nice, how simple your words drew a picture in my mind I saw what you saw Your words were very effective
Beautiful poem! ! This reads like a litany of physical conditions that all carry emotional energy. In the end all of these images converge to a single point in the hope, against all the odds, that attends a human birth.
This poem is quite well-written, you have a true gift, hold onto it and don't forget it.
Your wording is fresh and very effective i am enjoying your work
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