Image by Dimitris Vetsikas from Pixabay The cruel things we say and do leave us with no return adrift in a sea of humanity How then, do we fill those lonely hours? self is never enough Despair grows like weeds in an unkept garden The chair you sit in, sour comfort for companionship How then do we step out from under the dark cloud? ©AnitaDawes2022
Serving time, counting pennies Under the thumb, head bowed Ridden hard by the masters Valleys run deep with pain Every man, woman and child has the mark In their hearts they are free Love is more than they can hope for Love is the hidden desire waiting All wait to be kissed by those lips Nights would be less lonely Changes blossom in the strangest of places Every man shall have his day… ©AnitaDawes2022
Cold Christmas
I recognise the darkness, the chill in the air
The Christmas wish that didn’t come to pass
The lonely streets of London
So many feet rushing by
The occasional clink of a coin drops in my old hat
A kind stranger
placing a wrapped sandwich in my lap
I sit here on borrowed time with one wish in mind
To find a table with space for me to sit
Join in a Christmas feast by a warm burning fire
Christmas crackers waiting to be pulled
To touch the hand beside me in grateful prayer
Thanks spoken for the warm food
The chance to part of a family Christmas cheer…
© anita dawes 2020
Anita Dawes and Jaye Marie 