The Hopeless

The Hopeless”

Darkness brings a cold chill

To those without a home

Huddled under concrete eves

They seek shelter till the dawn

Friendless faces cross their path

With haunting eyes they scorn

Seldom giving comfort

To the lonely and forlorn

The homeless have their history

The blame is often born

From riches lost or tragedies

Through no fault of their own

The days are long and lonely

The help they need is scarce

The begging feeds their stomachs

But does nothing for their fears

The pain they feel from illness

Is something that they bare

But the fate they fear is loneliness

Rejection and despair.

The Book is Being Written

How we observe and how we reflect.

The Dreary Faceless

The observations and reflections of a traveller in a foreign land.

The Model House

The facades of a perfect home.

The Woman Who

This peom is about a woman in my life, who is suppose to be there for me but is not.

IdEgo

Dreams, desires, id and ego.