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 treated less than an Animal.. Criminal.. There is no help… Nothing more than a frayed thread of hope.. To help him climb out of poverty 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.
Dear readers, this is my third book of poems, and inside are a special collection of what have turned out to be not only MY personal favorites, but also the favorites of many of YOU. Some of these have never been available in print before...