written by: Glynn Sinclare
I gaze into a hall.
Rainbows bouncing of the walls,
from crystal prism balls,
reflecting round and round the walls.
The light went out.
Christmas mapped, before me.
A feeling of hopelessness, inside me.
Must I partake of Christmas trees
and fairy lights.
No Gifts to share, empty pockets every where.
No light to guide me
Begging hands outstretched,
children in need.
No income, no abode, cold hands,
Tongue without a voice.
this street is now where I reside.
No light to warm me
Would that the North Star,
burn so bright.
Shine its light to guide me home.
To where I once belonged.
A welcome face from long lost days.
A smile to lighten up my way.
I am a Limerick Author poet. I have written three books in three years. For me I am rewarded with the achievement of holding these books in my hand. The Emigrants 2017, Poetics Book of 100 poems 2018 and Poetics Book of Poems Volume 2 released September 2019. I write under the pen name Glynn Sinclare AKA Clare Glynn Chitan. My poetry has been read on several audio poetry radio shows of American poet Tamara Miles “Where the light must fall” Broadcast by Spiritplants Radio and Alan Johnson “The World Comes to you”.
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