Cardboard Palace

Your words are just incredible...You have so much talent to take something so sad and make it into brilliance.

i often find it hard to feel bad for the homeless because it makes me wonder what did they do to get in that mess? I know not all of them screwed up their lives, but most....but when reading this, I couldnt help but feel pity and sadness for someone in a cardboard box or on the street.
This was a very great write!

Beautiful piece sista.

I already said in the club that it's amazing :)

Awsome poeme, written by an awsome poet:)
5/5

Oh how sad this poem is...

The first stanza - the teardrops reaching the soles of the shoes - makes me think of someone who has their head bowed and crying. Reaching the shoes also makes me think that there are a lot of tears and it is a heavy crying rather than a soft cry.

Alone, am I, within this dark alley nightmare
no one to love me, sounds of dirty streets sing.
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What an image - I think of the streets at night - a busy street in some city (for some reason I imagine NY streets though I've never been)

who have nothing, stands in silence
piecing together a cardboard palace.

Remembering what was lost, choking on reality
gripping the edges of a smelly, dingy box...
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It makes me think of a poor homeless person in the streets trying to take comfort in his home which happens to be made of cardboard box :( such a very very sad stanza. This stanza has touched me the most

Whispering to my stubborn foolish thoughts
"Look at the house that built me"....
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This makes me sad too. The idea that the house defines who you are - and such a house made of nothing would make one believe they were nothing.

Heartbreaking!

Well written

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