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Where the Desperate go

Published by broussardlana on November 24, 2018

The back of a poor person’s house

is peeling

like a black economy

like someone locked

the dark ghost inside

mold stalks along the perimeter

devouring walls

the empty cupboards scream

the front porch dips

to the center fault

of a crumbling foundation.

The landlord knocks loud

pounds the frame.

Come sweep

these threadbare floors

let the dust seep

into the pores

of your skin.

In time, you’ll learn acceptance

come climb down the steps

of desperation

the dreadful lullaby

diffusing all around us.woman-3478437_1280

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    • L. T. Garvin, Author L. T. Garvin, Author

      Thanks so much, Joan. Yes, the house is alive in this unfortunate scenario also. My heart goes out to all people who are challenged this time of the year, and well, basically all year. It is truly a time to reflect and give back what we can. Thank you, xoxo

      # November 27, 2018
  4. The Coastal Crone The Coastal Crone

    Your images are reminders that there are many who will be without this holiday season and makes us grateful for what we have. May each of us give a little to help others.

    # November 24, 2018

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