 Road Of Despair Another homeless soul lies still in life’s road Malnutrition, hopeless; thinking booze is the cure No home, no help with no comfort, what will accrue? People glance, shake their heads, all thoughts erode One last meal, one last dream of horror depressed All pleasurable thoughts have withered away A road unstable and another poor life strays No home, no family, no doctors, no friends to attest Deeply scared, wounded lying in the dirt, no one cares With a can of rotting food, his mind is mindlessly bare © Peggy 10-13-07 (Sonnetina Tre Type 2) |
