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Andrew Penman Mar 2011
Why me!

I watched the sun go down
anxious and with a frown
I live my life on the street
doors and alleyways are where I sleep

I watch the nocturnals run about
I am scared I become their prey
always awake salty tears I weep
I feel abandoned and ask, why me

I am lonely forgotten too
no family or friends, just me
I will arise to face the day
In this life there is no other way.

©andrewpenman2011
I penned this within minutes of viewing an artists friend painting called Alone and forgotten about living on the streets
Andrew Penman Mar 2011
Helpless

My heart is sore
my eyes weep
my hands are empty
tonight I will not sleep

Tomorrow I will pray
for you to have a better day
those in the arms of the lord
In angels hands your soul they keep
God bless everyone in Japan.
Andrew Penman Mar 2011
I have it in

my hand

keeping it for

tomorrow

the next day

too

I whisper what is

your name

Silence, then

a calm serenity

I am hope

your future

hold tight

I will light

your way .
I wrote this within a minute tonight after viewing a portrait done by another artist friend of  a coloured girl looking down at her clasped hands as if holding something in them. (c)andypenman2011
Andrew Penman Feb 2011
A soul bared,
not yet repaired,
heart broken,
expressed with
eloquence and dare.
Innocence stolen
by a villain
in the night.
Fear still a
haunting
companion
wondering
if it will ever
be right.

The future is
there for the
taking without
prejudice
it can be
bright.
no fear
of sweated
tormented dreams
shouting
in the night
just a peaceful
beginning waiting
for when the
time is
right.
I wrote this tonight in reply to reading someone's story about being sexually  abused by their father.

(c)andrewpenman2011
Andrew Penman Feb 2011
Love can strip us bare.
To bare one's soul
is a cleansing of hurt.
To redress ourselves is healing.
To love again is a wardrobe
full of  new excitement.
(c)andypenman2011
Andrew Penman Feb 2011
Ah' what it
is like
to fly
watching the
world as
you go
by
buckshot coming
at you
from all
sides
surviving
so glad to
be alive
free-falling
gliding
without a
parachute
Ah' what it
is like
to fly
watching
the world
as you
go by.
(c)andypenman2011
Andrew Penman Feb 2011
I am often a
wingless
bird
unable to fly
a word
a smile
a how you do
from friends
rejuvenates
my lifeless
limbs
gleefully
shouting
I am alive
I can fly
ready for
the clear
blue sky
that is
the light
of day.
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