The Street Child Poem by Hannah York

The Street Child

Rating: 3.5


Wild feral eyes,
Looking for redemption from the skies.
Flailing grasping limbs,
Not avaricious in their sins.
Grimy tainted hide,
A mirror of blighted tarnished pride.
Tangled matted hair,
Exudes unwavering passionate despair.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Adeline Foster 10 January 2013

A wonderful description couched in verse. Feral is such a great choice of metaphor. Read mine - Cicatrix - Adeline

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