Here I Sit
Spat and kicked at
verbally abused,
treated like dirt
i have been abused
Overpowering stench
stomach churning smell
ragged torn clothes
this is my shell
Sitting and begging
here on this bench
no-one stops
because of the stench
Hungry lonely homeless
nowhere to go
here i sit all alone
i thought you should know
Copyright © Alan Watson | Year Posted 2006
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