A homeless man sat on a sidewalk.
A busy Wednesday afternoon.
The Sun beat down mercilessly,
Hoping to set the world ablaze.
Hunger and company didn't mix well
So he sat in solitude,
Watching life take its course.
He saw a woman walk by,
Holding a child's hand.
Must've been her daughter,
They had the same red hair.
She chatted away on her phone,
Too busy to notice
Her child pulling on her sleeve,
She wanted to go to the museum,
A wish that wouldn't be fulfilled anytime soon.
A man stood by the road,
Leaner than a sheet of paper,
He barely had anything to keep him up at all,
And his hands shook with a forbidden desire.
He clutched his stomach with the same trembling hands,
The pain wouldn't ebb anytime soon.
Two lovers were trying to cross the road,
And the boy's grip was a little too tight on the girl's arm.
Angry red fingerprints tried to announce their existence to the world
From underneath her carefully placed scarf.
Her eyes were red and blotchy,
And they wouldn't recover anytime soon.
The homeless man looked down at himself,
He owned not a single penny in this world,
Not one soul existed that he could call his own,
And hunger was his only enemy.
Suddenly
He felt like the richest man in the universe.
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Stelliferous
PoetryWords strung together by a broken heart.... Coming out jumbled by a wary mind.... Do read if you think that Words can either build our worlds Or destroy them. "And when your whole, wide world is lost in the abyss, I'll be that start that guides you...
