the starved

alone he sits beneath the light

under brick and stone

in the wind he left he dreams

along with blood and bone


to the moon he raised his head

and shouted to the glow

"if time stood still, and robbed my will

how am I to grow"


In this fight that he called life

he went back to where he started

out of time and out of breath

the starved had soon departed.

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chanroth 5 years ago from California, USA

Wow! Wonderfully written! Outstanding poem! Vote up! :)


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justateacher 5 years ago from Somewhere Over The Rainbow - Near Oz...

I agree...wow...and a vote up!


ThomasRydder 5 years ago

I'm afraid I have to concurr...passionate and brief..and splendid...I'll add a point!! :)TR


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mljdgulley354 5 years ago

Thank you for a great read.


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blackink1 5 years ago from Australia

Love this! Voted up!

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