Rebekah Daniel Poems

The lonely traveller wandered along a rocky road,
With nothing on him but a few pennies and half a loaf.
For days he had travelled, with his feet sore,
And his shoulders bent with a heavy load.
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It is cold at night, scorching in the morning.
The water is salty; my body is thirsting.
I can’t look out for my sustenance all alone,
It’s all over, it’s all gone.
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There are no children on the street.
If there are, they cry in their sleep.
Their tears stain the city's cement.
Their toys echo their lament.
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A dab of colour, a change of heart,
Fingers rummaging through metal shards.
Her tresses descend in a graceful fall,
As her eyes never leave the glass on the wall.
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Low mourns resound through the void,
There blew the last vestige of joy,
The frosty gale blew past the hollow me,
As my remnants faded away from their memories.
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