Tell me, why must mankind be so cruel?
They walk on by without much care for those who curl up in the dirt.
The screeching of the shadow birds and the screams of the vermin;
frightening to the normal world, yet a soothing touch to the destitute.
Why must the only sympathy be the few unwanted pieces of metal in our hands?
The threatening, tawny night gives birth to terror over the truth of the unsafe.
The ice-cold drops that the lucky hide from leave the unfortunate drenched.
Shivers and shudders through the skin; second nature to the sentenced sinful.
How can clothes ever be for warmth and comfort for my world when they are splashed,
splashed! By those who speed by in their roaring metal, unaware of the hunched form.
The effort to try and see the light over headlight.
I grow bitter and withered with scorn.
To rely on the heedless to survive is a new kind of humiliation!
I pray to God, yet those anguished prayers are never reassured.
I count the midnight stars as the rain clears, and I give them all a name,
and all those names are ones of sickening sorrow in my soul.
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The Lament of Life- A Collection of Original Poems
PoetryThese will all be poems that I have personally written, either for fun or for Uni, I hope to upload often (for real this time) as it is a crucial part of my Uni module. I hope you enjoy these poems.
