{"sf1_id":2081381,"sf2_id":null,"title":"I Don't Know...","author":"Cris_Fireheart","words":112,"posted_at":"2023-12-12T01:29:00.000Z","tags":["Depression","Love","Poetry","Struggle","hope","nonfiction","reality","streets"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/2081381-i-don-t-know","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/2081381","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=2081381\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#24 of Poetry, both old and new\n\nI'm pretty much homeless now. Great. But tonight I've managed to get my little neighborhood tribe into a squat, and we don't have to worry about the winter so much. This poem is dedicated to the unloved. The unfortunate. The ones who live apart from what we would consider everyday society. But still in my sadness, and also my madness, I kneel and I pray for hope and a cure. This is Ken Anderson, signing off to go and find something to eat for the two children who are part of our group. (16 and 14). It sickens me to know parents would throw out their children at such young ages.","content":"I Don't Know...\n\nWhat tomorrow brings.\n\nThe changing seasons;\n\nDifferent birds that sing...\n\nI don't know...\n\nWhat I'm meant to say;\n\n'Cause I live each moment,\n\nFrom day to day...\n\nAnd I don't know...\n\nHow sorrow feels;\n\nI've no regrets,\n\nFor all I've done...\n\nAnd I don't know...\n\nWhat's fake and real,\n\nEveryone has their\n\nOpinions...\n\nBut I know one thing;\n\nI hold it close,\n\nNext to my heart,\n\nA spark of hope.\n\nAnd though I live,\n\nHomeless and broke,\n\nStill I always feel...\n\nMy freedom.\n\nIt comforts me, on coldest night;\n\nA simple flash of hopeful light,\n\nAnd though I shiver in the dark,\n\nMy eyes lay on that\n\nHopeful spark...\n\n  \n  \n\n"}