Fraudulent
"Fraudulent"
A writer writes of people
walking lonely dark streets
begging for bread, shelter and cold without all
like he’s been there
trudging up and downhill knocking on doors
that judgmentally remain closed after glimpsed twigging -
a monumental fail, also known as - a slow burning spectacular fall from grace
never to be opened again all doors, backs turned, tight every face,
unanswered by those non-pitying, self-righteous, enjoying Life and it's all
unwilling to answer the Untouchables' call -
who has the time, who really wants to know the damaged,
get down and dirty with the poor?
Yet I wonder how the Writer would feel
lying his head on a pallet with no pillow
when suicide is served neatly at Christmas
cut cleanly by a partitioned wall
no pudding and a yuletide-worn priest who's come
to bless the homeless, who never once asked for a call
they are left standing in the hallway
looking forlornly at a closed door
wondering, "who next? is it me next, that fails again and then falls?"
"Was it the Writer?" one asks
Another homeless roomy shrugs and says,
"We will know in the morn."
I'd be fraudulent to say Christmas -
it was a couple of days later,
the room next to the kitchen
the story's somewhat flawed,
suicide served neatly at Christmas
No. 10 was the number written on his room door
He was a Writer, once more.
drunks, addicts, homeless matrons and widows
parolees, refugees and psychopathic heroes trying to forget their own wars,
the dirty dishevelled, minds not free, no, not free at all
But this one, He was a writer
and here's something more
exhausted by life, another resided in Room No. 6, doors away, just by 4
The other exhausted Writer, oblivious to Room No. 10's departure, snored.
Life ebbs for the homeless
a priest blesses Room No. 10
makes the Sign of the Cross blessings muffled behind closed door
The Writer's ghost walks lonely
out the revolving entrance of the homeless, demented and poor
a light flickers and stalls, the summer rain stings the bitumen
Unaware of the transition
Room No. 6 dreams of a life not yet forgotten
her ghosts are living, she's banished them to Siberia and orders their execution
Someone will have to notify his daughters,
they reside with their mother and her new husband in Hong Kong,
the Writer, mercilessly alienated, found them cold and superior,
The Writer, Room No. 10, just became numb
he started taking whiskey with his water ...
and continued the job of writing his true story,
He wrote,
every hour, minute and second, precisely
with dignity and sheer Love
time bled into long days and he realised life is so short,
so his story he wrote to hold onto the shreds of pure love remaining,
that which remained steadfast for his daughters, this was his legacy for them,
his true value, his real journey, his Life's work
The priest hasn't gone so far as to sprinkle Holy Water
A call will be made by the Mission,
too late now, the call will be made in the morn,
The ambulance arrives
the body is gently wrapped and thrown on a trolley
he travels back to the local hospital's morgue 5 star
Fraudulently written by some
By some unwanted, no luxury
Room No. 10 non-fraudulent left in a hurry
Never to be forgotten
It will be written
for the Writer
and his two daughters
his story remains still unread
"You would have liked him, he was a Writer",
to Room No. 6, this was said
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
for Matthew, The Writer, Room No. 10
Ebbs House, Christmas 2018
with Love and Respect
https://youtu.be/6AeRFQw986k
“How to Disappear Completely”
“There comes a time when you look into the mirror and you realise that what you see is all that you will ever be. And then you accept it. Or you kill yourself. Or you stop looking in mirrors.” Tennessee Williams
1. Project Semicolon
https://projectsemicolon.com/
2. Homelessness Australia
https://www.homelessnessaustralia.org.au/
3. Mission Australia
https://www.missionaustralia.com.au/
Australia
https://www.lifeline.org.au/
America
https://afsp.org/
United Kingdom
https://www.supportline.org.uk/problems/suicide/
International - All
http://www.suicide.org/international-suicide-hotlines.html
(Homelessness/Suicide Prevention go hand-in-hand. Most countries will have Crisis Hotlines for Homelessness, as well as Suicide Prevention. If you, or your loved one/s or friends, require assistance/support, links provided will assist as first point of call to get you, or your loved one/s, friend/s to where they need to be, safe, stable, emotionally and physically supported).
"Loneliness is a Silent Killer" / Huffington Post
https://www.huffpost.com/entry/the-danger-of-loneliness_b_3816494
https://aifs.gov.au/cfca/bibliography/parental-alienation
Matthew 25:35-40
Copyright © Lady Labyrinth | Year Posted 2019
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