Poverty’s Child

Stark brutality
A lash tells many
many stories
Bruises form beneath
hidden, innocent skin

Poverty’s child
Wide eyes hopeful
Pitiful question
There’s no alibi
given in this moment

Wondering glance
A passing interest
is just passing
Never sees the darkness
in this fractured world

Passerby smiles
come far too cheaply
No clemency
or true sanctuary
is ever offered here

© Helen Valentina 2014, All Rights Reserved

About Helen

I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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6 Responses to Poverty’s Child

  1. Very well written. Good job. Hugs, Barbara

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