Left thrown
out
Isolated all
alone
No one to
shelter
His worn out
bones
Scavenging
scraps
Thirst for
the next puddle
No number on
the door
No place
To call home
No letters
to greet him
Only the
letters of his name
No address
to deliver them to
It seems no
one is to blame
No job no
hope
Fear on his
back
Wondering what
tomorrow
Will bring
His mind is
weak
He is about
to crack
No one stops
to ask
What his
story is
No one seems
to have time
He watches
on
Doesn’t seem
to mind
What a waste
As his eyes
fix on
A left over sandwich
He is about
to salvage
Prayers they
fall on deaf ears
As day turns
into night
He slowly
disappears
No one cares
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