Dying Light

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I wrote this poem from the perspective of a homeless child.

Submitted: November 19, 2017

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Submitted: November 19, 2017

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  Dying Light

I sleep under no roof

My heart throbs and waits

Reality put out my beating youth

I can see no future upon the cold haze

 

But I see rays of hope

Between the panels of the creaking boat

And I squint through the horizon’s slope

I can see God’s sacred spirit float

I could feel His wake upon my soul

Calming a thousand aching plights

His spirit awakened and consoled

My soul, before its last dying light

 


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