AN EMPTY SHELL

nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)

He became anonymous
A huddled figure
By the bridge
His companions
Rats and smell
Sleeping bag
Hair unkempt
Merely a shell.

He half slumbers
Semi dream
In his mind
His life before
Wife and children
A good job
Circumstance
Closed the door.

He hasnt seen
His children
But he remembers
Bitter sweet
Their birthdays
And each Christmas
Before he landed
On the street.

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  • arqios

    Sadly where our society is at. A truthful image and depiction πŸ™πŸ»πŸ•Š

    • nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)

      very kind and true, thanking you

      • arqios

        You’re most welcome, friend πŸ™πŸ»πŸ•Š

      • Poetic Licence

        A touching write of something that is all to common these days and it should never be homelessness, well expressed

      • sorenbarrett

        A picture too often seen. A story too often told. A broken person than no one wants to mend. Sad and well said.



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