Lost

Concrete forest
Gaudy neon lights
Drugs, violence, poverty
Scarred with broken dreams
Clinging to a life
Now all but gone

Tall trees, stars glittering
In black sky
His people, his land
Faintly remember through a haze
Passing into darkness

Safe in the creator’s hands

©  Ceol

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One Response to “Lost”

  • Coastpoet Says:
    November 16th, 2009 at 2:45 pm

    ‘Lost’ touches in a special way…it speaks of the tragic and desperate lives many First Nations people feel when they are caught up in the drugs and poverty and violence of the skids where forgotten people cling to life…but your poem says that the days of the First Nations past is not forgotten…the last line is very touching…”safe in the creator’s hands”…this is a very moving writing.

    Coastpoet

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