STREETS
cracked cemented sidewalks
like the wrinkled hands of a mother
crying for their child to come home,
She sits with tear filled eye a helpless
gaze down her streets
the grass in the park has weathered and
died
the Tree’s life is fading
losing leaves to cement suffocation
Cars rush by amongst the night
as the youth run
never heeding their mother’s cry
MENTAL
HEALTH
Mind wandering,
thinking sorrowfully on,
The institution…
Incarceration wrought with horror,
the government,
shoving pills through the esophagus,
in bleach white rooms,
where he trudges,
the weight of his illness upon him,
reaching out,
hands pressed against the glass,
yearning to feel alive once more.
when he can no longer stay,
he leaves with empty pockets,
a Deadened Mind,
living on cement and cardboard,
dying beside a back alley dumpster.
glad he has his medicine.
ON
THE BRINK
A man with pale withered skin
vomits into the nearest garbage bin.
His body limp upon the cement street
clothes with fibers fraying at the edges
single threads that
will not patch together the fragments of
his life
no one to hold him close
to fend against a death scented night
a grim passage through the dark
He pleads into unconscious dreams.
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