There's a darkness that covers my heart
That suffocates and strangles meThat blinds me to the lightAnd tells me that I can't be what I can beSitting on the corner of here and nowhereStaring at my cardboard boxTrying to catch a glimmer of a dreamEach day another blow in a life of hard knocksThere's a shadow that won't let me beA ghost that grabs at each breathAnd yet hope still resides in my soulTelling me I'm not done yetAs I look out on the blank staresThe empty eyes blocking the sun
I refuse to lay here and disappearFor 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:
OMG! Should be on the front page of every paper.
Lois
Sad but true. Thanks for remembering all these poor souls
LB
Very nice and heartfelt.
AM
One of the most moving things I have ever read.--RE
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
If a Bob Dylan-type ever got hold of this it would be a platinum. Let's hope.
GB
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