Misery

An evening watching those who live on the streets.

I can see the panic in their eyes

as they struggle to find something,

anything.

They will work on through the night

in hopes that they will not belong

to misery.

Their steps now reduced to a shuffle,

they trudge and wallow, mocked by me.

As their limbs now slowly pound the pavement

Searching for the dreams that have

wasted to the sea.

Hungry and frail, they gaze upon the sky

hoping for a miracle to end this mindless

ridicule.

But it is all their own, the only thing they know.

So another day dawns with the hope that

it will be their last.