Who is this man?
Standing here
in this
filthy alley of
despair.
Dirty cloths
Matted beard
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 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 rope of thread..
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
Searching for his
thread of
hope..
Praying to one day
be reunited..
With his aspirations..
With who he was..
With who he can be..
Holding on for the
duration..
Once again part of the
population.
Very insightful and thought provoking...thank u...BHUWAN
Reviewed by Tony Nerone (Reader)
Reviewed on March 25, 2003
Hi Erica, Very enlightening. Excellent write, young Lady.
yf
tony
Reviewed by Floria Kelderhouse (Reader)
Reviewed on March 25, 2003
Erica you made me see this man....poor soul...what could have happened in his life to put him here...no one should live like this..you did so well with this poem..full of feeling..floria
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yf
tony
Lovely,
Reindeer
josie
Well done and thought provoking.
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