The beggar
Cold Saturday night,
Under a blanket who nobody sees
Once a welcomed parishioner at OLG
now just an invisible human nobody wants around.
because she never brought a lost soul to church
She never was involved in the church community ..
I’m alone,
I’m unseen
I’m a mistake
I’m a lost soul once again
Maybe I belong on the street
Maybe the good Christian who once befriended me will have pity on me once again..
But untill then I’ll just sit outside this beautiful church in which I once belonged to.
while it’s perfect souls come and enter HIS gates, receive HIS body, conversate gossip, point their righteous fingers at me, because of my families drunkines
Shame
Hurt
Unloved
Alone
Needy
Evicted
Sucicide
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