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“The Hopeless”
Darkness brings a cold chill
To those without a home
Huddled under concrete eves
They seek shelter till the dawn
Friendless faces cross their path
With haunting eyes they scorn
Seldom giving comfort
To the lonely and forlorn
The homeless have their history
The blame is often born
From riches lost or tragedies
Through no fault of their own
The days are long and lonely
The help they need is scarce
The begging feeds their stomachs
But does nothing for their fears
The pain they feel from illness
Is something that they bare
But the fate they fear is loneliness
Rejection and despair.
Copyright © 2014
Damn!
I had to take a pause several times to consider how well you said what you said. The poetry is explicit and ruthlessly honest - not to enjoy but to learn from or be reminded with - Just Bein' Lady A