Saturday, 1 July 2017

Place Of Lost Hopes (June 24, 2017)

A place
Of last resorts.

Where dreams die
A horrible death
Under the harsh light
Of reality.

As the weaker sheep
Are eaten
By the stronger sharks.

That society  
Has tossed away
And forgotten about.

Written off
As losers addicts
And mentally ill.

Where cigarettes are
The walking fold
One measures wealth
On the street.

Dealers hustle
Offering 'food'
To whomever 
Wants it.

As part 
Of the 'Jenny Crack'
Diet plan.

The unpardonable sin:

Showing up early
By 3 minutes
Before the shelter opens
For the afternoon.

By the condo residents
Who live
Across the street
And several floors

Therisa © 2017

Author's note: How spending a month, in a homeless shelter felt to me (June 3 to July 3, 2007).

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