FROM THE HEART OF A BROOKLYN SLUM

By Chuck Shorter •
This poem is dedicated to 4 of the most sensitive poets on this site, whom I consider my best 'unseen' friends, Gloria Glostarg, Caitlin 'Californication', Amanda 'The Angel of music' and Moon. Dear friends, please pray for these wretched souls, like the one mentioned below who are forced into crime because of poverty.
P.S; - "It's good to be back again"
WILL THERE BE SOMEONE TO CRY
ON THE DAY THAT I DIE?
OR WILL IT BE SPITTLE ON MY GRAVE
AND BLACK CLOUDS IN THE SKY?
I'VE NEVER BEEN LOVED
ALWAYS FELT UNWANTED
BY BAD DREAMS AND FEAR
I'VE ALWAYS BEEN HAUNTED
NO ONE TO SHARE WITH,
THE DARK THOUGHTS IN MY HEAD
NO SWEETHEART TO HOLD TIGHT
NO WARM COZY BED
I LIVE IN A DRAINPIPE
AND EAT RATS FOR LUNCH
MAYBE DOG MEAT FOR DINNER
AND FISH BONES FOR BRUNCH
IF YOU GIMME A BREAK
I MIGHT TURN OUT RIGHT
ELSE I MAY SLIT YOUR THROAT
ON A COLD MOONLIT NIGHT
CHUCK SHORTER