Lost Hope by Lorraine Ellis (Flo)
Disillusioned,
Dejected,
Detached from his past.
Alone,
Lost,
In a City so vast.
Dismal streets like he thought like so many before.
Where paved with gold.
A future secure.
A place of his own,
Where he could lay roots.
Rest his head,
Lay down his boots.
But here he exists in this squalid hell.
A prison cell,
A Pent house lost.
Walls close around him,
Black mildew,
Reeking of poverty.
The clock on the wall ticks
‘Let go, let go.
No one will know.
Nameless,
Faceless,
Lost,
Another John Doe…
Inert,
Silent,
An empty shell
An open door,
Bright light,
Beckoning,
A heavenly glow
Caressed in warmth,
He followed the light
He is now at peace…
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A rather dark and yet moving piece of prose from Lorraine Ellis who is one of our regular creative Wednesday Writers.
Why not have a go at writing a short-story or poem? If you want to submit something for Wednesday Writings then e-mail it to hedonblog@gmx.com – and please put WEDNESDAY WRITINGS in the subject line.