They give me a blanket, a bowl of soup
and let me sleep on the auditorium floor
on cold winter nights
This is like paradise compared to
some of the places I have been
holes of mud with days of pouring rain
waiting for the Calvary to come
at war in the desert with the sun blistering my skin
and where water was rationed as needed
and drunk in the sewers sitting next to mutant rats
feasting on rotten meat
They tell me this place is all they have to offer
this is luxury for me
© Donna J. Sanders
Excerpt from the book âAtaraxiaâ
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all things are relative to the individual…this is a great write…thanks for sharing…
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A really powerful and heartfelt poem. Wonderful.
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