Forgotten

an endecha poem about the plight of the homeless

Forgotten
By: J. A. Stevens


I am a man in the dark
Lost, lonely and forsaken
Longing for life or for death
Mired in regret for the road not taken

I am a man without hope
Bent and rent and distorted
Drowning in life’s shallow pool
Weighed down by fate, my endeavors all thwarted

A dirty old homeless man
Unwashed, unshaven and poor
The cup in my hand empty
A living corpse slain in the poverty war

A man yet I still remain
In colorless grey attire
Why have you forgotten me
And warm your cold hands on my funeral pyre

(16 lines)

© Copyright 2012 J.A. Stevens

Reviews

[IndieVideoandMusic]

"...the cup in my hand empty...
A living corpse slain in the poverty war"
Wonderful piece. I've subscribed. :-)

[J.A. Stevens]

thanks for reading glad you enjoyed it

[Wendy Seames Garner]

I hope you choose life - there is alway hope J.A., you just have to look for it.

[The White Wolf]

How often we look past those less fortunate than us, or worse, purposely avoid them as though they had a disease. Having had the pleasure in my life to have formed some very meaningful relationships with "wanderers", I think you summed up their emotions beautifully. A very nice write.