Where Do I Belong Part 1
I have done it all yet I still have some worry
I need to focus to get through this flurry
I want to help others I want to succeed
I want a chance to once again help those in need
See my worries are real its turning into fear
I helped thousands in a shelter so close to here
I watched men enter daily into a shelter of last resort
Yet one lesson stood out to me that frontline experience taught
The system is failing men women and especially children
They instill false hope then shun them to an outdated building
they stack them in bunk beds give them an economical meal
They let them enter and exit with no regard for how they feel
they expect these people to reside side by side with those who suffer addiction
When they have tried to remain sober that's a torturous affliction
they ask a struggling alcoholic to sleep a foot from a inebriated man
Who drank a fifth of vodka on his way still holding the bottle in his hand
They ask those who shoot dope to sleep a foot away from someone with a syringe
I could share stories of horror that could make anyone cringe
I watched healthy men down on their luck
Stand on a corner in search for a buck
I watched these men deteriorate as every day had passed
I watched at least 20 eat a horrible meal from a shelter as their last
Dying in a system that sets them up for failure and strife
It is by far the worst most possible circumstance to call life
Please read where do I belong part 2
Copyright © Sean Trott | Year Posted 2016
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