digital decoupage cwmartin 2012
caged
humans
with beasts
devouring
their souls
once
walked
our streets
as school children
laughing with peers
listening
to teachers
with the same
wide-eyed dreams
of tomorrow
as all
but
soon
so very
soon
those dreams
became
the rusty stairwells
leading to rooms
of decaying thought
where prostitute hopes
lying on beds
of desperation
festering
with bedsore dreams
were offered
a new way
of living
with
a simple
price of
one’s
soul
Read Between the Minds 
This one pulled me up short. All of those terrible people out there, murderers etc, once started life as innocents, of course. What changed in them?
Good one.
” prostitute hopes lying on beds of desperation”
Wow. What a metaphor. This is a powerful piece that very successfully conjured up such desolate imagery and hopeless feelings… Well written.
Prostituted dreams/
From the good side of the tracks/
Turn “hope” into “tricks”/
#haiku
God, I hope I never have to live like this–face such a decision. Or maybe I already have. Fascinating post, Charles.
we sell our dreams way too quickly..don’t we…? you always hit the bull’s eye with your tight metaphors charles
caged humans with beasts devouring their soul…
There are many – on each side of the bars.
a sharp look at grim reality, it really hurts to think how unfairly most of the people are treated by life/fate.
That hurts – I have watched way too many innocent and smart kids get into gangs or drugs
Hard to read, my friend– thanks for doing it for me.
Sadly, so true