Tense
They're about.
Pushing and pulling their wares.
A little alcohol, a bit of your money.
Come join us! We have more for you.
Some cannabis, how about a touch of meth?
Addicted, disabled and elderly people at the
whim of those who would take money for
their own especial use.
I walk by after reporting, knowing that I must detach.
The fear is gone.
I live in the midst of sadness.
But, I am shaken to the core.
With a feeling of failure.
Walking away with prayers for all those involved.
A realization that it's too big.
They will hit bottom, but many innocents have
been affected.
Such is life?
Copyright © Donna Polotnik | Year Posted 2008
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