Whispers of Woe
Poetic Echoes from an Empty Pocket
In the silence of a hollow night,
Where stars whisper tales of plight,
Lies an empty pocket, a weight so deep,
Where dreams once danced, now shadows creep.
A mother's heart, heavy with despair,
No coins to spare, no solace to share,
In the eyes of hungry children, a plea,
For a morsel of hope, a taste of glee.
The cruel embrace of poverty's sting,
A melody of sorrow, a song to sing,
Yet in this darkness, a flicker of light,
A resolve to fight, to defy the night.
For love knows no bounds, no worldly hold,
It's the warmth in the cold, the purest gold,
In the empty pocket, a treasure untold,
A resilience that shines, a story bold.
So let the winds of change softly blow,
Let dreams awaken, let hope's river flow,
For in the depths of despair, we find,
Strength to rise, hearts intertwined.
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Ljubica Miletić
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Having no money is the saddest thing ever. Loved your poem!