Streets Of Salvation Poem by Dave Alan Walker
Streets Of Salvation
I'm falling
I'm falling
through
The streets of damnation
everybody watching
nobody catching
Just leaving me
to the rats
and infection
No breakfast
no tea
just heroin and me
I lie down to die
with my last high
then I see
my long past mother
in my minds eye
Son what you doing to me
don't destroy my memory
where's the fight
where's the pride
this ain't dignified
come back and rise
I'm rising
I'm rising
through the streets
of salvation
I always love the themes you present in your poetry. Lovely write, my friend. I love this.
Rise son, nobody is created to waste, thanks to you, Dave, you r a great mind.
Rise son, nobody is created to waste, thanks to you, Dave, you r a great mind.
Great one, With an exqusite idea..Mothers help their children even if they don't exist on earth.. Getting high is a pleasure but a disaster :)
Why i missed to read this piece from my good friend's hand? ? ? ....Dave o Dave this is a story that really having special awakening spirit...Good to rise again my friend, dont look back, look in front..There's no way to stay in dark past...Go busier in your street of salvation...Be bright always! _Unwritten Soul
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I would like to translate this poem
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5/5/2024 5:24:07 AM # 1.0.0.1119
like it...powerful theme...well written, good poetry -SG