The man on the bench

Frozen lip burning wind against his face
His clothes a spitting image of him
Scarred from his frost bitten toes
To his blood red scalp

Endlessly searching for that place to hide
For that place to call home
Gut ridden fear of another beating by the man
Just another bitter cold Friday

Does he choke on the last ounce of pride
Just to sleep without the covering of icy snow
Does he rely on the humanity of others
When he lives in a society of the inhumane

Wheezing gasping those final breaths
No roof no people no escape
Forgotten unnoticed unloved
Alone in agonizing pain until...

Reviews

[minisla]

Amazing what we choose to ignore in society. fear of the unknown or realization that it could be them in his shoes. blind eye. enjoyed your portrayal of the subject.

[Freedom's Child]

Thank you!

[JourneyBlu]

Nice! This one gave me chills. Incredibly powerful imagery. Thanks!

[Freedom's Child]

Thank you and I am glad you enjoyed it!

[Marie]

An unseen tragedy...

[Persephone]

I love the line 'living in a society of the inhumane" - It is so grey and complicated, the way we treat each other most times by just ignoring the problem - wonderful work!

[Freedom's Child]

Thank You! It seems we have developed an attitude of if it doesn't affect me it is not a problem.

[MOON]

Poignant , the man on the bench often invisible as we hurry through our lives. You brought this heartbreaking story to life .

[Freedom's Child]

Thank You!

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Heart wrenching stuff here, Matt...wow! You drew for your viewer a part of reality many people look away from and put it right in their face while they read this awesome piece!

[Freedom's Child]

Thank You!