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Worth

February 22, 2013
By asdfghjkl0529 SILVER, Chalfont, Pennsylvania
asdfghjkl0529 SILVER, Chalfont, Pennsylvania
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He lives in squalor.
Lights are dim,
heat is gone.
His winded breaths
puffs of air,
steam spewing from a kettle.

Alone, with no one
to share in his misery,
his wealth is gone,
passed from the dirt-caked hand
of one beggar to another.
Still, the worn leather sits
resting in his back pocket.

A vessel for money,
but none inside.
Within, a few coins clang,
the bleak peal of a clock
ringing through the square,
both hands pointing North
as if reaching for the sky.


Why do his hands travel so often
to the supple wallet’s skin?
Clutching at the empty dream of something more.

The world is unsure.
Only the rats and roaches
scuttle from crumb to crumb,
their footfalls spreading whispers
of the true treasure
that lies within.
1943 it reads, the frayed photo
of the girl with lips curled
into a smile.
A single ray of light
shadowed by the memory of something lost.



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Beef. PLATINUM said...
on Mar. 8 2013 at 11:18 pm
Beef. PLATINUM, Kenmore, Washington
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Favorite Quote:
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
- Maya Angelou, Still I Rise

Nothing ends
Nothing ever ends
- Dr. Manhattan, Watchmen

This made my heart hurt.

Saintsaya254 said...
on Mar. 8 2013 at 11:04 am
I really did like this poem its very sad and ddark kinda deep keep it up