She sits in a corner frightened and all alone,
These dirty sidewalks have become her home.
Invisible. The tears ease from her eyes,
No one sees her. They just walk on by.
She feels so dirty. Her hair and her body no longer clean,
Sometimes she dreams that she is a model from a magazine.
Just to forget. Just forget her misery for a little while,
A princess in a play with the brightest of smiles.
The sun is down now, and the cool night air has come,
She prays for warmth. She prays for the morning sun.
She cannot even lose herself in a deep sleep,
All her pills are gone. She is no longer a soul to keep.
Here he comes. Staggering in the night,
Tripping over something, and not feeling right.
His head spins quickly, he falls to the ground,
He lays there for a moment not making a sound.
His head hurts. He could feel the blood, his life easing away
It really did not matter. He did not really want another day.
He was tired. His lacked a soul, lacked a heart,
For many years his life had fallen apart.
Her body shivers, eyes sunken, her skin a pale white,
She needs a fix, but nothing is working out right.
Walking the streets looking for a solution,
Mind wasted, thoughts in confusion.
She trips and falls, the people walk around,
They do not see her as she lays on the ground.
Walk on by, just walk on by,
Leave her there let her cry.
He is a vet. He has no job nor home,
Once again on the sidewalk all alone.
Just walk on by. Just do not see,
And the world just lets him be.
Just walk on by.
© Cynthia Clark
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Thank you. It is sad that there are so many in the world. We should focus more on people and love.
Oh, Cynthia, this poem is so incredibly piercing to the heart, drenched in the salty sorrow of grief, desolation, and despair! But it is amazing poets such as yourself who help give a voice to those eyes may intentionally, or un-intentionally overlook.