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Tuesday 12 November 2019
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Red Coat

Red Coat

Everyday like clockwork, I see her

Same spot, same sad face

In her red coat, she sits and feeds the birds

I feel as though they are her only friends

With every crumb offered, is a secret revealed

She scatters crumbs, like broken pieces of gloom

Pieces of what was her life, something that was once whole

The birds, they consume the crumbs, like false hope

That was often provided to her, so she sits

Glad to have the birds surrounding her, making her feel full

Even if it’s just for a moment, she’d rather have something, than no one at all

The Birds, they’re the only ones who can really see her

Everyone else just passes by, ignores her obvious distress

Her obvious cry for help, with every crumb to hit the cement

The blatant tears that roll down her face, like rain on a downhill sidewalk

Photo Credit:

http://ilmondodimaryantony.blogspot.com



Simenona Martinez is an avid writer and business woman. She is passionate about making the world a better place.