Desolation
Homeless, I hunker down
next to a garbage bin.
And hail morphs into rats
gnawing at exposed skin.
Hunger twists my stomach;
the pain is hard to bear.
And a putrid smell clings
to the soiled rags I wear.
Acid tears flow freely;
in my cocoon of shame.
And my head is hung low;
in self-pity and blame.
The sun abandons me;
to the darkness of night.
And leaves me here alone;
neon signs for a light.
Sleep swears that it'll save me;
yet often fails to come.
And I'm feeling frightened;
venerable and numb.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015
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