Society's reject

The caretaker of her own legend
sat and watched, as years went by.
She remembered the doors of perception,
that had coldly closed.
The morning suns that had set softly
on her own thinly disguised eyes.

The world could have been hers.
Maybe even was for a while.
But the world didn’t come with a manual for vagabonds,
so she threw it away.

It wasn’t her destiny,
she said,
to sing rich kids blues
in a gilded cage.

Falling from grace
was easy.
A pretty face
was no protection from
society’s disgust.

No one asked Sister Morphine
if she’d come round again.
No one cared.

But the street singer
hadn’t sung her last farewell.

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As a child my plane crashed in the Himalayas & I was raised by an advanced civilisation that taught me photography, ESP & precognition, no, wait that was the Champions wasn’t it?

Ah well, 50+ & getting more muddled by the day.

Hope you enjoy my work, and feel free to buy anything you like enough. :-)

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  • Phil Campus
    Phil Campusover 4 years ago

    It made me think and put me somewhere else! Loved it!

  • Thanks Phil!


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  • trish725
    trish725over 4 years ago

  • Thanks Trish!


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  • Natella2020
    Natella2020over 4 years ago

    This is so great! I love the details in this, they’re usually what I look for, they’re what make a poem original. Nice one.

  • Thanks a lot Natella.

    A link to the inspiration of this one if you’re interested… See Here


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  • Natella2020
    Natella2020over 4 years ago

    That’s very cool, great lyrics. Thanks.

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