Who is this person? Standing here in this filthy alley of despair. Dirty cloths Matted hair Weathered skin Empty eyes. Lives in the street No place to rest.. No money to eat… Part of a nonexistent world.. No one remembers.. Who he is.. Who he once was.. Not always worthless.. Not a lost cause.. A victim of circumstance in this cavernous world.. Sucked into societies vacuum of hopelessness.. Desperation.. No longer part of the human population… Now less than an Animal.. Criminal.. There is no help… Nothing more than a frayed thread of hope.. To help him climb out of Endlessness. Homelessness Looking through a tired haze.. Transparent in his nonexistence.. In another world.. Brain starved.. For nourishment.. Acceptance Humanity.. He walks on Grasping his thread of hope.. Praying to one day be reunited.. With his aspirations.. With who he once was.. With who he can be.. Holding on for the duration.. To be once again part of the human population.
living in NY, there are so many homeless people living on the sreets, living uderground in the deep recesses of the subway system ... it is an insurmountable problem that can never really be resolved ... it is somewhat up to the individual but assistance lacks so much in resources ...
Been there, many years ago, never will forget, it can happen again, to anyone...an excellent posting Erica, and the picture says a great deal to this write as well...Peace, Ed & Rufuz
And most of us look away, look away, as we walk by, and many of these homeless are vets from previous wars wwho have been put back on the street because of budget cutting caused by the right-wing NO MORE TAX crowd.
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on April 17, 2004
Yep. Been there. Done that. The only thing that keeps those down there are two reasons, mental problems, or mental problems. Oh, that is just one thing, huh? You have to hate where you are at so much that nothing will deter you from climbing out of that rat hole. It can be done. It is done each and every day. But you must first WANT to climb over the trash and become a person again.
Reviewed by Floria Kelderhouse (Reader)
Reviewed on April 17, 2004
Moving write Erica and it could happen to any
one of us....very sad and touching...floria
Thanks to my ex I was homeless for two years, but I used it to grow, get strong, and win, ened up paying heaps for a hostel fire escape, now I love my little home, she took all, I've earned and took many thousands from my bank by fraud, but this has lead me to AD, and Michelle, so if this happens to anyone there is a way out. Faith is the answer, my only possesion was a small bible, I trusted every word, now happiest ever, apart son fighting.
Bloody great write, I was treated third claSS, heart and God said different..
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one of us....very sad and touching...floria
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Bloody great write, I was treated third claSS, heart and God said different..
this tore my heart out--because i was there, once
captured vividly and dramatically, this pulls no punches--thank you
(((HUGS))) and love, karla.
we are only one turn away from being there ourselves, perhaps--it happened to me