B*****s Brew

As if you could kill time without injuring eternity. - Thoreau

Waiting for the coffee shop to open.

With your spirit shattered and your heart broken.

Toting desperation's onerous, empty burden in your backpack.

 Because there's nothing left of your life.

About a week before Christmas.

Not much snow yet but mind-numbingly cold.

Reality and transpiration frozen in time.

Trying to sleep under an old, churchyard tree.

Ground too cold and hard.

Your only hope a sky that's starred.

Drag-a*s'n from building to building.

Trying to keep warm in entrance ways.

Crouching down so cameras don't see.

Nowhere to go when you have to piss.

Salvation a near miss.

Talking to God 'cuz there's no one else there.

No one to care.

A solitary cross you bear.

Loneliness and betrayal are relentless b*****s who nag and follow you around ...

... as what's left of your f*cking soul is unwound ...

Author's Note

“The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation. What is called resignation is confirmed desperation. From the desperate city you go into the desperate country, and have to console yourself with the bravery of minks and muskrats. A stereotyped but unconscious despair is concealed even under what are called the games and amusements of mankind. There is no play in them, for this comes after work. But it is a characteristic of wisdom not to do desperate things..” - Thoreau

Reviews

[R.J Calzonetti (Siniste..]

This poem feels more real to me than many. Cold hard truth, is quite a weapon. No one should have to experience that torture. Everyone needs a roof over their heads.

[Pete]

that's because it is real. i lived this back in 2016 but don't feel sorry for me, instead feel for those experiencing it now. thanks for stopping in r.j. ...:)

[A. Musing]

Aw, so sad. It gives an insight, though beautiful though painful words, of what a homeless person might feel.

Thank you, I enjoyed your words.

[Pete]

yes, not much to sing carols around the tree about huh? thanks for sharing thoughts a. musing ... :)