Desolation
Homeless, I hunker down
next to a garbage bin.
And hail morphs into rats
gnawing at exposed skin.
Hunger twists my stomach
with pain that's 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 all alone,
a neon sign for a light.
Sleep swears it'll save me,
yet often fails to come.
And I'm feeling frightened,
venerable and numb.
(Quatrain)
3/28/2015
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015
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