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A crust of bread, crumbs delight
Aching belly pains this night

Each thought is hunger
No time to wonder
No point to dream

Each day filled with despair
From those seeming not to care

Tears dried up; none left to shed
Signs of hope...walkers pass by
To busy to stop; a stone glance

Misplaced and lost
My mind a storm
Heart heavy with grief

Faded memories return to remind
Life was good and warm
Now lost...gone forever

So cold...fingers numb
The blustery wind cuts deep
My soul aches for warmth

Missions brim full...soup kitchens dry
An old bench...garbage can delight
Maybe to sleep forever...forever to sleep

Phillip Hunter Davis
December 12, 2003

Phillip Hunter Davis

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The following comments are for "Adrift"
by Dadunique

I liked most the numerous levels I found in this, a destitution and a hunger that could be read as literal, emotional and/ or spiritual... and again, your repetitions are thoughtful, and you make them work for you.

( Posted by: AuldMiseryGuts [Member] On: March 19, 2007 )

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