Another World
At night he wandered the silent streets that
buzzed by day,
The doors all locked, while the other world
was far away.
Gone to their soft cozy beds, as they slept,
safe and secure,
In their dream worlds, lying in silk and
satin sheets so pure.
Whilst through darkened streets, out of the
shadows came,
The inhabitants of another world, cast in
doubt and shame.
He saw them sleeping rough, in the world
without respite,
By some strange force, drawn to the same spot
every night.
They never complained, as he drifted past
their living hell,
In shameful silence their souls caught under
the same spell.
The wretched affliction, that had devoured
their minds,
Leaving hollow ghosts, with hope shut tight
behind blinds.
And as he looked deep down into their
tormented souls,
He felt the awful pain of dejection, despair
without resolve.
Living in deprivation, unsure what the next
day will bring,
Locked deep inside their restless souls, that
no longer sing.
While winter numbed their minds, to aimlessly
drift alone,
The rain soaking their bones, poor souls
without a home.
Abandoned by the cruel world, that scorned
and shunned,
The one that treated its fallen people like
wretched scum.
A world of rigid doctrines, calling its
broken people flawed,
Shame upon self-made righteous, born in the
image of God.
The eyes that choose to look away, mouths
that cast scorn,
Forgetting "another world" once
cradled Christ newborn.
Written By: Alan.Clark@WW1POET (July 2026)
