Man Without A Name

Man Without A Name


A very warm welcome to my blog. I hope everyone is having a great week so far. Today I’m featuring the interesting, talented and mysterious poet: Kay Leez. I read her poem Man Without A Name on Google+ and it touched me deeply. Her words haunted me for days. I decided I had to share it.


Kay Leez

Kay Leez


In her words…




I write only as a means of self-expression – my inspirations coming from both personal and empathetic sources – with the hope that my words resonate and evoke emotions, or become the voice of those who are silent.


I am a Forensic Psychiatric Nurse going for my Masters degree in Psychiatric Nursing, and I also graduated with degrees in English and Biochemistry.


Kay Leez




Man Without A Name


A busy train station, Monday morning rush

Straphangers’ party, hot sweaty crush


I note with hesitation, the lone empty car

Excitement yet dread, I push the doors apart


Glorious sweet warmth, blast at my skin

But the fetid smell envelops me, soon as I step in


Oblivious to the world, asleep on the bench

Tattered and filthy, he exudes the stench


I grimace in disgust, pinching my nose

Swears on my lips, dusting my clothes


My mood turns blue, I take the furthest seat

Impatience begins to rise; I don’t try to be discrete


He’s wakened by the conductor, told he must leave

I sigh with gratitude, exhale with relief


He looks my way, I turn from embarrassment

I try to maintain distance, my look yet arrogant


But there’s something in his face, that catches my eye

The blank stare of defeat, as one ready to die


Don’t know what possesses me, but I follow him out the door

An inexplicable feeling, I don’t care to explore


His gait is unsteady, I am afraid he may fall

Instinctively from behind, I reach out then recall


He wanders along the platform, as though in a daze

From time to time he turns back, and catches my gaze


He probably wonders like I do, why I follow him

Words cannot explain; I am propelled by a whim


Suddenly he collapses, crumples to the ground

I rush forward and grab him; he falls without sound


I cradle him in my lap; he reaches for my face

Not sure what to expect, I stay my place


A gentle soft touch, for such a worn hand

Barely grazing my cheek; a move unplanned


The look in his eyes, brings me to tears

The look of wide wonder, that someone does care


The light of life gradually, begins to fade away

Fear surges over, as I start to pray


His body grows heavy; I hold him on my lap

A blank stare takes over; I know it’s not a nap


My heart is broken, by a stranger I just met

I hold him even closer, as he takes his last breath


Deep sobs rack my body, with disgrace and shame

How could I have been so heartless, to this man without a name?


by Kay Leez

_______________________

12/2/04

Copyright © 2013 Kay Leez (Whispers). All Rights Reserved.


Read more of Kay Leez’ work here:


http://whispersofthedove.blogspot.com


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