The Invisible

by Paul Hirst   Nov 23, 2017

Eyes distant as the Moon skin as pale and pockmarked as that Lunar surface her skin as cold shivering, her pillow cold bricks and mortar
Someone's Daughter

Christmas shoppers rush by as brightly wrapped as presents on an endless conveyor belt eyes turned away, no shame felt.

"Ex Servicemen will work for food" the cardboard sign says hung around his kneck with string were once his medals bravely won would swing but so long ago sold and no longer there
Do we care

Young eyes stare out of a filthy tatty hooded top and a child's voice asks "Spare some change please" but we don't stop as we pass him by almost at a run
Someone's Son

Back to our warm cosy homes to see our Sons and Daughters safe in the knowledge Soldiers protect us and our borders
Our homes are our castles and invincible outside in the snow cardboard cities surround the invisible


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  • 1 year ago

    by deeplydesturbed

    Congrats Paul

  • 1 year ago

    by Michael

    Well done Paul on a great piece of writing- congratulations fella

    Michael :)

  • 1 year ago

    by Dagmar Wilson

    Congrats on your win

  • 1 year ago

    by Brenda

    Congratulations Paul on your win. A,worthy write to grace our front pages. We all need to be reminded of all the people out there that are hurting and struggling.

    • 1 year ago

      by Paul Hirst

      Thank You Brenda I am gob smacked

  • 1 year ago

    by mossgirl19

    Congrats on your win Paul, I am also glad to see this on the front page. Beautiful message here.

    • 1 year ago

      by Paul Hirst

      Thank You Its pretty humbling

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