Alone On The Corner

notapoet

Tattered and torn are my clothes

Unshaven and unclean

Weathered and faded is the sign that I carry

But to many I remain unseen

 

My only remaining friends

Are the voices in my head

Distorting my concept of reality

Sometimes I wish I were dead 

 

Standing on the corner 

Self-worth shattered and broken

Heads turn away in disgust

Their voice of inhumanity

To themselves already spoken

 

Transient, beggar,

Homeless and troll

Just a few names I’ve been given

In truth

I’m just another of humanities

forgotten lost souls.

  • Author: notapoet (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 20th, 2016 13:44
  • Category: Sociopolitical
  • Views: 22
  • User favorite of this poem: Meghan_star.
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Comments2

  • Meghan_star

    This was very insightful, it really spoke to me.

    • notapoet

      Thank you for taking the time to read and comment, means a lot.....

    • Meghan_star

      " Are the voices in my head. Distorting my concept of reality." Love this line.



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