Confused. Misused. A life of Abuse.
Sought help. Refused. Beaten and Bruised.
Starvation. Malnutrition. I have no real food.
Recession. Deep Depression. A sorrowful mood.
Cold rain. Disdain. Nowhere to retreat.
My pain. In vain. No shoes on my feet.
Angry people. Stare at me. They see me as dead.
Desparation. Condemnation. I only want bread.
Apprehension. Foreboding. Danger is near.
Exposure. No closure. I tremble in Fear.
I’m freezing. They’re teasing. They punch me and kick.
They leave. I grieve. Wish death would come quick.
© 2015, poem, Brian Crandall, All rights reserved; photo courtesy of Peter Griffin, Public Domain Pictures.net