In A Blink

Tonight I will go to bed thinking about the lonely ones,
with out a home and no where to turn to,
no one who cares for them at all,
no moments left before they fall,
once again other holiday but no memories to say,
sad how things come about this way,
sand in my mouth left in disarray
spit it out cough it up the thoughts just stay,
wind blow mind as my light went out again.

poem by Walter C. Edwards
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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