One Shoot Sunday : Homelessness

Tossed on the ground

like any other debris you kick as you pass

your avoiding eyes still pierce

the stench of my last refuge

wrapped, huddled in mourning

for what you take for granted

for what I once had

and I beg you

screaming silent prayers

please stop, please stop, please stop, please stop

lift me from this dispair

I just need one hand to get back up.



Linking up with one shoot sunday Twit: @Onestoppoetry for #oneshootSunday and thanks to inspiration of @Moondustwriter@Josepf