Life On the Streets

Life on the streets Written 9-2-07 It's a cold bitter night With nothing but garbage to eat Wrapped in a shredded blanket A little stuffed animal to comfort Worrying that death approaches around the corner Thinking night will never end Now huddled in a warm corner Closing the eyes to dream of wealth Shadows fall nearby Being beaten and tortured No one near to help Covered in bruises and stained with blood Tears down the cheeks Crying to fall asleep Morning beginning a suffering day Kneeling on the ground begging for money Just one bite of real food Being stared at and called names Smelling from a lack of hygiene Weakness in the body Nothing but skin and bones Longing for a piece of food Hiding in a dark corner Laying on the ground Closing the eyes Never seeing the light again