Do not glance at me with pity
As you stand there on your gray shadowed platform
For your sentiments are nothing but temporary thoughts
Fleeting feelings that "burden" you with guilt
So you let them escape you as quickly as a train departs from its station
Do not shake your head at me
As if I am the one who has reduced myself to rags and rot
You're high class intelectual mind
Knows nothing of pain
Nor does it try to understand
Too self absorbed in your golden bubble of marble and comfort to try
Do not whisper empty prayers under your breath
As you stand watching from afar
Payers alone will not quell the growling of my stomach
Nor the aching of my heart
Do not toss me your change
I am not a dog whom you can throw meaningless scraps to
Tasteless Leftovers
Who's little remaining flavor
Only enhances your own "selfless image"
Blessed are those who instead, offer me a meal or a penny coupled with words of reassurance and care
Blessed are those
Who will share a friendly smile
Although they have no money to spare
For their words will fill my belly
And their smiles will shield me from the cold
So give me not your pity
Give me not disdain
Give me not your crumbs
Give me not your dimes
All I ask for, is a real second of your time
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Ongoing Poetry
PoetryMy attempt at Poetry....? Random poems I write, nothing special. Just thoughts passing through. This is also a book representing the living irony of a person who loves to write, but can't grammar to save their life. Hope you enjoy anyway~
