Living Dawn Poem by Kevin Carney

Life of the living dawn...
The grey blue colour of the night sky.
Bold horizon set before the morning sun...
City streets, the ghetto sleeps...
Night in a whirlwind.
Of bitterness and hate.
The senseless violence moves silently around.
Luck for some...
End for others...
Serenity never there.
No place for it to be.
Cold winds of winter...
Empty the stomachs of those who sleep...
The beds they choose are park benches...
Playing games on brittle bones.
Night of the ghetto, dark and grey...
Illusions passing the night away...
Madness or sanity, either one a curse.
No way out, at least that what it seems.
A life to look forward to.
A circus and a living hell.
The young really do not have a chance...
Sleep my child.
Sleep ever so deep...
No place for you.
So just sleep away...
And go with the passing night.