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Little Boy's Pumping Pain Again

Kenneth, loves satire and writings to spotlight others, but he also has an "addiction" so to speak, to dramatic and abstract/prose poetry.

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He runs the street dark cold

Eating bread crumbs mold

Sitting, staring inside the rain

Nobody, no one, can ever feel my pain

Cops curse, shake their heads again

Like every day before I came here

I don't talk anymore, just lap-up my tears

I see the poor, hungry hobo here for years

Just a bad reflection of little boy's pain nearing

Watching my steps to an ignorant mind

Hoping that a parent, a sober parent will come

Nope. Not momma. Not daddy. Life can bind.

Crawling through the shadows long

Just one more place to sleep

One more shadow that will creep

Little boy's pumping pain again

Sundown, sunrise, it all lives then dies

In moment's fast, I sleep, I dream,

Refrigerator box no home for good nor mean

What am I saying to you right now?

Little boy's pumping pain all day long.

Bullets sing off concrete walls sending

Chills up my spine. Tonight might be the night

That I can catch the silent train

Rest again, hide from the rain

And begin to pump the pain again.

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© 2020 Kenneth Avery

Comments

Gypsy Rose Lee from Daytona Beach, Florida on April 27, 2020:

Great rhythm and rhyme here. Nicely penned.

CHATRA RAM from BARMER INDIA on April 24, 2020:

nice poetry

John Hansen from Queensland Australia on April 24, 2020:

Raw and real poetry, Kenneth. Excellent.