On the Street…as the Black Hole Swallows
These nights just take a toll on me,
a losing game on a killing spree
these relentless nights like gaping black holes,
where once misfortune did call my home,
but now so prone to bullet holes,
sewn into the flesh of the street;
meshed with a life in a lifetime stretch,
no break or release, no quiet or peace
can erase the darkness in these streets;
this gear so cut, no hit, no touch
can find me a break, no bake tonight,
just a hopeless plight for all these souls,
around fires like halos lighting up the night,
blank faces in pensive thoughts not right,
time just the weight of blinded sight,
cannot see the hurt in every heart,
so lost their will from the very start;
adhering to the rules of cardboard houses,
mindless flights and sleepless hours of pain,
drifting dazed and drunken praise
from a voice not their but as clear as day,
in the deluded suffering of hopeless muttering
in the alleyways, the long decay of life,
homeless dying slowly in a sad sad plight,
as winter chills invade;
and like flies they drop in vast arrays,
just another refuse on a street parade,
and who’s gonna care, who’ll be there
remove the death from another day,
when a new day chooses to rise,
yet human life of staggering lies,
just wilts away,
and I pray for souls that lose their way
in the streets of blood, no favor,
no heart to call them friend,
no peace at the very end
will save their souls,
as the black-hole-swallows.
Tony DeLorger © 2018
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Really nicely penned. It certainly tells the story of a very sad but very real existence.
Thanks Rasma, just thought I’d try the slam poetry, the rhythm most important. Its a bit different, but glad you appreciated the effort. Cheers!
This certainly captured the places of such. I feel guilty now.
(so my understanding is that this kind of poetry is something to be performed. Is that right?)
This packs a punch and so it should. You have encapsulated the pain, the futility, the society which doesn’t care and the desperation which overpowers everything else. It is as though it’s impossible to change – which it will be if no-one cares. Well done indeed!