Sunday, June 7, 2009

New Poem

Someone In The Crowd



Saw him sitting there in the crowd

For a moment remembered the things he has done; like a thief stole youth’s dreams, innocence and possibility with one touch, the anger, rage and pain, how through the journey the spirit cleans up the mess he made

The moment over, turn and walk away, remember what has been done to live and thrive

In a new life he has no place, no longer a face or a name, now just someone in the crowd

1 comment:

Connie K said...

This is great, held my breath without realizing it. But how great. I have written a few similar poems, just never felt there was a right place to publish them.

Thank you.