ben burgess

The Children

All alone in the dark I sit here on this old park bench,
In the daytime this place filled with happy playful children,
But in the dark it’s a place quite different,
A place of broken bottles and broken dreams,
A place suitable for me now it seems.

As I sit here drinking from this brown paper bag,
The realisation hits me that I’ve lost all I once had,
The friends that have all gone and the family I used to belong,
A time I can’t forget, a time I’ll never get back.

It’s that cold I see my breath in front of my face,
Sat in these torn clothes and pains of disgrace,
These bruises that will heal but a heart that just cannot,
My life is as good as over, they all forgot.

It’s all gone wrong, it’s like I’m now living just to die,
All I have is the ground below me and this dark night sky,
I feel it my demons have taken me over,
I hear their voices in my head telling me I told you.

But in the morning the children they will come,
Lighting up this place brighter than the brightest sun,
With their smiling faces they can change these dark times and places,
The children that we all once were, if only I could be a child once more,
Start this life over and right these wrongs,
A chance to no longer live this life alone.


copyright 2009 ben burgess all rights reserved.

Poem Submitted: Monday, November 23, 2009
Poem Edited: Wednesday, November 25, 2009

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  • Luwi HabteLuwi Habte (12/5/2009 3:27:00 AM)

    heartfelt poem
    well done there
    luwi

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  • Eyan Desir (12/2/2009 5:08:00 PM)

    Well I wish I got have one....
    I havn't seen the flower of bear my seed...

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  • Lawrence S. Pertillar (11/24/2009 6:13:00 AM)

    Self debasing. Yet, this is intended and that makes The children an interesting 'read'. A man who has come to grips with those 'demons'.
    Sometimes attached too long to our childhood ambitions, perhaps.
    And finding disappointment in adulthood. Emotional confessions
    aren't easy to expose. And this one is very well depicted as written.

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  • Ency BearisEncy Bearis (11/24/2009 6:06:00 AM)

    a poignant poem.....touched my heart....well written verses.....10

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  • Carol Gall (11/24/2009 5:55:00 AM)

    so sad but the one light is the children powrful write ben 10

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  • Fay SlimmFay Slimm (11/23/2009 4:15:00 PM)

    Strong, wistful and somewhat dark poem Ben, - - good description used - - put together with thought and appeal - - a well deserved 10/10 - - from Fay......... keep writing Ben.

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  • Marieta MaglasMarieta Maglas (11/23/2009 1:48:00 PM)

    With their smiling faces they can change these dark times and places

    wonderful reflective, metaphysical poem, very well written
    10

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