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.


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