seen unseen
know they exist
forgotten ignored
huddled as one
dampness soaking
into the bones
chilling the soul
what needed more
warmth or food
hide in shadows
break from the wind
cars drive bye
people walk by
avert ones gaze
not be seen
constant growl
stomach empty
constant shiver
shuffle of feet
blowing of wind
temperature drops
looking for shelter
anywhere will do
pretend to fit in
be a shopper
read a book
please don't look
ask me to leave
hunger cold
constant feeling
will not pass
only purpose
to survive
another day
and wonder
why
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4 comments:
You do have an uncanny knack for getting inside another's skin. I felt the cold and the sense of abandonment - palpably.
Kat
high praise indeed from you. Thank you. I did have to look up palpably. I am a big fan of Sherlock Holmes, maybe that is where it comes from, I don't know. I honestly don't know where it comes from.
such compassion! loved it, RJ - great, wonderful work!!
You nailed that one Ray
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