Help

Help Murmers of an interview, Murmers of the front desk, Murmers of childeren playing, All fill my ears. The static of a dead television, The tapping of a waiting man's foot, In my periferal vision, All I see. The scent of new fallen rain, As the door opens. The woman's dollar store body spray, All I smell. Everyone here is reaching out, For help. The help that family will not provide, And friendship alone cannot. Each one here has a life to live. All of them stuggling to survive. As I look around this government office, I feel all the hurt.