All But Gone

Where do you turn
When there’s no where else to turn?
Who do you call
When there’s no numbers in your phone?
Who do you ask
When you have no voice to speak?
How do you hope
When your faith is all but gone?

Lost on the street
Accosted, broken and beat
Abused instead of loved
With no shoes on your feet
Fading in the night
Disappear in darkening light
Your will to survive, succeed
Is given to the urge for flight

Where do you turn
When there’s no where else to turn?
Who do you call
When there’s no numbers in your phone?
Who do you ask
When you have no voice to speak?
How do you hope
When your faith is all but gone?

Asking when
You feel you have no right
Needing to depend
Unable to defend your plight
The need, the plea
Feeling unworthy of your fellow man
Can you take the chance
To reach out for that hand?

Where?
Who?
When?
How?

Hang on

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One Response to All But Gone

  1. wordwand says:

    I love this poem, well structured and beuatifully written.

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