A Glance Into My Mind

Shut Out

I could cry

or I could moan,

I'm walking through these streets alone.

The sharp wind flys,

fluorescent lights burn my eyes,

"She comes in here but never buys"

the man yelled as he closed the door

from my eyes they began to flow

Little tear drops of emotion hit the floor.

My tattered shoes,

me coat too loose,

I walked away with nothing left too lose

to find a spot,

where I would not be stopped

a place where I would feel less lost.

Behind a bar,

in a cold alley way,

I laid down to rest my eyes.

"just one more night,

it's for the best."

I couldn't go back,

not then, not now,

I won't give up,

I just don't know how.

But all that can wait,

for tomorrow's first light,

first I have to survive,

through this cold night.

Music cascades out the back door,

a couple emerge into the night,

They don't notice me at first but then

"come on hun, lets go, don't disturb the poor."

It's okay, I tell myself often.

They don't know that it hurts,

I had done just that once.

I'd been scared of those streets.

But now I am here

struggling to find enough to eat.