On the Street I Lie

16 Oct 2019

BPF
The wind is sharp, ‘tis raining hard,
Ignored and shunned by young and old -
They pass me by without a glance,
As on the street I lie so cold.

In pain, so badly bruised am I,
Some youths approached - at me they swore;
Now battered, beaten and reviled,
I’m on the street, aware no more.

So cold I am, I cannot think….
In pain I struggle, my head I hold;
Box so wet – protects no more,
And on the street, I lie so cold.

My mind so blurred as off I drift,
A child I was and so abused;
Times that trashed my life indeed,
Now on the street, I’m so confused.

My mind now clears a little more,
I see my mother, she smiles at me;
She fades – her face no longer there,
And on the streets I’ll ever be.

I hear my father swear and shout,
I see my mother punched so hard;
And on the floor she lay - so still,
So on the street, I ran - so scarred!

Back I creep and watch the house
The police are there – I try to hide;
My Dad I see hustled away,
While on the street so terrified.

No care, no love was shown to me,
A home for boys - the thought now pains;
So bullied I was – abused as well,
And on the street, my life now drains.

So cold I am, I shut my eyes,
I wane, ignored by passers-by;
No longer cold and wet I feel,
As ..on ….the …..street, …. I …… I ………

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