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Tuesday, December 18, 2018

Staring At My Cardboard Box - Home(less) for the Holidays

There's a darkness that covers my heart
That suffocates and strangles me 
That blinds me to the light
And tells me that I can't be what I can be

Sitting on the corner of here and nowhere
Staring at my cardboard box
Trying to catch a glimmer of a dream
Each day another blow in a life of hard knocks

There's a shadow that won't let me be
A ghost that grabs at each breath
And yet hope still resides in my soul
Telling me I'm not done yet

As I look out on the blank stares
The empty eyes blocking the sun
I refuse to lay here and disappear
For I know there are races to be run

It seems I have spent my whole life
   With a song that I never could share
   I can't remember a day
   Where I was ever really somewhere
   
   Where I was really somewhere
   Where the trees were ever in bloom
   Where there was somewhere to go
   Except here in my cardboard room

  Where the darkness did not cover my heart
  Where pain did not rest in my soul
  Where I was more than this
  Where I believed that I was whole

  There's a shadow that won't let me be
  A ghost that grabs at each breath
  And yet hope still resides in my soul
  Telling me I'm not done yet

  I know I'm not done yet

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

OMG! Should be on the front page of every paper.

Lois

Anonymous said...

Sad but true. Thanks for remembering all these poor souls

LB

Anonymous said...

Very nice and heartfelt.

AM

Anonymous said...

One of the most moving things I have ever read.--RE

Anonymous said...

You accomplish something moving and powerful, with understated eloquence. However, you might want to re-think your use of the first person voice. It’s a bit risky to try to speak in the voice of a homeless person. Maybe try
recasting the piece so the speaker is addressing the street-dweller: “I” becomes “you.” Then it becomes an expression of compassion, rather than an attempt to speak for a homeless person. Just a suggestion;
it’s a fine piece as is.

D

Anonymous said...

If a Bob Dylan-type ever got hold of this it would be a platinum. Let's hope.

GB