No-one to Weep or Cry

[RPMI]

No-one to Weep or Cry

Never again shall he be so alone,
Sat in the shadows of the small alleyway.

Cowering in rags a mass of flesh and bone,
A charcoal grey face filled with dismay,
In the depths of that small alleyway.

Ice cold fingers wisp in the wind,
Sitting there so thinned,
His whitened body cowering under the blackened sky,
No longer the strength to utter or cry.

Breath leaking in silent ways,
A young child’s soft wide eyes shimmer ablaze… …

… No more, no more.

Slumped in the alleyway,
A relentless gale pushing for life,
A weeping wind pushing forward one bouquet,
Howling a gale,
Crying a whistle.

The wind sweeps in a twirl,
Creating for a moment life in that alleyway.

A child slumped white as that of a pearl,
Moves in the influence of the distressed flailing breeze,
Howling a gale,
Crying a whistle.

No more life except that of the wind,
In that small alleyway…

Howling a gale,
Crying a whistle.

Weeping so hard there was no-one…

[Sweets America]

Jesus!!
That poem is really sad! It moved me. The little girl that I was can relate to that. This stanza is wonderful:

Cowering in rags a mass of flesh and bone,
A charcoal grey face filled with dismay,
In the depths of that small alleyway.

Actually I should quote the whole poem because I love the whole of it. Every stanza has something deep. I love all that you wrote about the wind. The memories that this poem brings to me make me shiver.

[Xillus_Xavier]

Very depressing but well written.
I can't say that I like the story of the poem but the poem itself is very good.

[blazeofglory]

No-one to Weep or Cry

Never again shall he be so alone,
Sat in the shadows of the small alleyway.

Cowering in rags a mass of flesh and bone,
A charcoal grey face filled with dismay,
In the depths of that small alleyway.

Ice cold fingers wisp in the wind,
Sitting there so thinned,
His whitened body cowering under the blackened sky,
No longer the strength to utter or cry.

Breath leaking in silent ways,
A young child’s soft wide eyes shimmer ablaze… …

… No more, no more.

Slumped in the alleyway,
A relentless gale pushing for life,
A weeping wind pushing forward one bouquet,
Howling a gale,
Crying a whistle.

The wind sweeps in a twirl,
Creating for a moment life in that alleyway.

A child slumped white as that of a pearl,
Moves in the influence of the distressed flailing breeze,
Howling a gale,
Crying a whistle.

No more life except that of the wind,
In that small alleyway…

Howling a gale,
Crying a whistle.

Weeping so hard there was no-one…

You wove a world full of sadness, and someone hemmed in a pang of pains and no one turning up to heal them

This state is I feel what typifies a world where people busy themselves, uncaring what the hell goes with the rest. I believe it is this modern world, totally unconcerned. People are losing sensibilities.

People living in this modern world has of course something of this poem, some elements of this poem.

[RPMI]

Thanks very much for the responses everyone. I'm glad you like the way its written. The idea of it was to be sad, however, it should also give people a view of the way life is for disadvantaged people out on the streets, in particular children.

[RPMI]

Any more comments people?