An Ode to The Forgotten Ones
Reflections on the Tragic Lives of Those Dying Daily in Dark Alleys
In alleys dark, they hang and sway, Dying daily with low-life poison. The world around them, enterprising, Sells them sin and sweet oblivion.
Abused and refused, they face the night, Their children grow with dumpster’s smell. The stink, it tells the tale of woe, Of half-dead spawn from the depths of hell.
Do they look well-fed, these pale and drawn, With eyes sunken, skin taut and worn? There’s no winning here for them, They’ll die defeated, hearts forlorn.
But who cares for the dead in alleys? Who stops to mourn their passing by? The world around just keeps on turning, Ignoring their screams, their hopeless cries.
In the shadows they linger, Those lost souls with vacant eyes, Their pain and sorrow linger, In the dark alleys where they die.
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I liked “ Oh, the Memories That a Simple Photo Can Ignite!” by Joyce Nielsen and recommend it to all:
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