Beggars Lament

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Beggars Lament

 

I walk the streets of hollowed out dreams

Down the alleys of pain and life spent

Through the paths worn by the soles of the masses

Yet I can’t feel the air nor the lament

 

Broken ones have lain here before me

In houses made of stale cast offs and tattered twines

No hope abounds here for the flesh

As is written in all these wrinkled lines

 

Oh yes they pretend to look but do not see

Those lives passed on in all these places

For their eyes will not focus

On the misery etched upon these faces.

 

Please forgive them for their blindness

For them there is no pain

To see what is before you

Could make you insane.

 

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Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

Morris’s Poems (64)

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UNILLUMINATED 0
DARKNESS 0
Beggars Lament 0
CLARITY 0
DARKNESS 0
HEART SONG 0
Told U! 0
The Forgotten 0
Innocence 0
Welcome 1
Nevermore 1
Majestic 0
Strength 0
The Good Heart 0
Lights 0
"Emi" 0
Time 0
Nearly Lost 0
The Promise 0
Lone 0
Grace 0
Solitude 0
Free 0
Moon 1
Tragedy 0
Dreamer 1
Foreboding 1
Escape 2
My Girl 1
Awaken Sweet One (G) 1
VOID 0
Behold 0
Future Past? 0
Random 0
Vision 0
SAY WHAT? 0
TRUTH. 0
IMAGINE 0
SHADOWS 0
CRYIN FOR YOU 0
"I" 1
BEFORE 0
MAESTRO 2
MY DOG 1
ETERNAL LIGHT 0
LIFETIME 0
Rhythm of Time 2
SPORT OF LIFE 2
Sign Of The Times 7
FADE 8
SHELL 2
Requiem For Life 2
MIDNIGHT 1
Light in Heavan 4
Nightmare 1
Why 12
INSANE 3
End Lust 0
FINAL ILLUSION 1
Tactician 0
Lonely 0
Atheist 3
Toe Jam 8
CHOOSE 3