Trite angst never suited me... couldn't you tell by reading this?

Question:The child lay down in a bed of thorns
Somewhere called home with no place warm
She tried to rest her weary eyes
But found that sleep, lay full of lies
Her heart was close to being cut
If she shifted and gave up
But she didn’t die
But watched the sky
There she found the stares astound
And all her thought was taken high
Her body withers
Her soul now flies

Another poor, forgotten beat
A child’s small heart thrown to the street
Another pair
Of cold dead feet

Best Answer - Chosen by Asker: The child lay down in a bed of thorns
Somewhere called home with no place warm
She tried to rest her weary eyes
But found that sleep, lay full of lies
Her heart was close to being cut
If she shifted and gave up
But she didn’t die
But watched the sky
There she found the stares astound
And all her thought was taken high
Her body withers
Her soul now flies

Another poor, forgotten beat
A child’s small heart thrown to the street
Another pair
Of cold dead feet

Trite angst never did suit you. I admire your style, writing everything off the top of your head. This came out as a beautiful, sorrowful anthem to the common life. When you feel like moving will make you die. Thank you so much for this...my feet are chilled...

*sniffles* That was very sad............still a good read.

Yes I could...

Now that I have answered your question I would like to say words on your poem...

Do you take a lot of time to write these, because if you don't it isn't fair to those of us who spend hours on just one.

I am not being accusatory but jealous... I am that way a lot lately. I love this... how it seems it will have a happy ending and them the reader is struck in the heart again.

The soul of the child does have happiness though so we can feel better for it but it is an ending that should have and could have been avoided.

I love your imagery and I am sure you get that a lot.

Blessed Be

Damn chilling my friend,
I was taken back by this'n indeed..

So sad it's a reality and you have
captured it quite excellent...

Wonderful insight <3

Angst
not perhaps
in question.
Could you
ever see
your way clear,
forsaking earth
and falling,
tearing that heart,
so precious?

Darling I am always
here.