Poems to tell the poor faithed.

How much?

The world's a little blurry
I sense this dread within me
I've never felt like this before
Or did I? I'm not really sure
For I have lost my life each day
At least that's what my heart says

Poorly, how my eyes perceive
The man in front me, I believe
But when I reach for him I felt
He's cold like ice but doesn't melt
He's flat and smooth like cement floor
I've never met this man before

"Who are you?" words I loudly cried
"What are you?" now my lips have dried
For the man in front me moved his lips
But nothing's heard, nothing slipped

A voice then spoke out of the blue
"Worthless! Thou man in front of you!
His value's nothing, it's nothing new
Believe me for my my words are true
Worthless! Thou man in front of you!"

"A penny weighs a thousand more
Than what this man in front you wore
His clothes, his face, you must not faze!
You shan't befriend, that's all I'll say!"

With disgust, I looked at him
"You're nothing all along, it seems
Get lost you trifling man! Adieu!
I'm not to be affiliated with you!"

But he just stayed and stared at me
He did not move, he did not flee
He's weeping, at least that's what I see
For the world's a little blurry to me