The Forgotten Souls (Left To Die On The Streets Alone) Poem by Dave Alan Walker
The Forgotten Souls (Left To Die On The Streets Alone)
In a dream like world
in a dream like state
all that they have
is their skin and their bones
No lights no stars
no sound no sight
just blackened storms
in a turmoiled mind
These are the forgotten souls
left to die on the streets alone
Poignant lines presenting reality. Such people are found in all parts of the world. Great write. Thank you.
A great poem I wrote on called 'His Shoes' with a similar theme. Hope that there is some shelter this Christmas for the forgotten souls. I shall try and do my bit. Thanks for sharing BB: O)
The churches in Swansea open their doors overnight for the homeless to sleep in until March, we do this every year. Lovely reminder to us all who have homes.
Superb write expressed with sincerity and care for the forgottens souls of the streets!
Life is unfair....allows the fittest to survive and the least forgotten!
Beautiful and touching poem indeed. It's very true such people are there everywhere. Fantastic write. Thank you.
This seems to acclaim the delusions of life where everybody oscillates between earth planet and nether world. And God also doesn't come to raise our souls. Well write Dave. Nice one...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/8/2025 2:47:24 AM # 1.0.0
a very touching and thoughtful poem.