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Dark isn’t it?

Have you ever sat there before?

Felt the cold brush against ya skin, the need of what you don’t have?

Been alone many nights not knowing where to go?



I have!

On many dark nights and days filled with cold shivering words crying out in my head.

I speak to him you know!  Sometimes I plea and beg but nothing ever takes place.

I don’t know if he really loves me, and if he even cares I am in this nasty place?



I have been hiding for many years, trying to find who would help me.

But look at me, who would want to help me; what do I have to offer?

This corner is all I have, the only shelter I have known.

My home, dirty and rough, but all I have.



I was left alone to care for my own, and be a man of character.

I have seen a lot and know of many things I wish I didn’t.

I grew into this unwanted person, someone looked at as a burden on life.

Should I just end what I have and forget about where I have been?



Neglected is my life, unwanted the sorrow I live and torment I have to endure.

I sit here waiting for the storm to come, to wait for the cold to end what is in place.

Why do you walk and not look at me, passing me bye like if I don’t exist?

Do you not care I look at you with eyes of sympathy and need?



I know of where you are and how you live, I have been there and wish to return.

I knew love once, I know of being cared for and having the meal of nurturing.

Ya see ma life was one of so much laughter and happiness, that of a child.

I am now a boy with no face, a man with no character, a soul with no life.



My address is the corner of misery, the city of pain and the country of despair.

I live with the animals of the world of need, the lovers of life and time of past revivals.

Discarded are we and thrown to the wolves, to live as thieves and beggars.

We see you and hear what you say and know that you hate what we are.



I am here, alone and in need.

This corner my world and the world my enemy.

You may not want who I am, but I do not need who you are.

For this life was what I got, and your world what I lost.



I shall continue to sit in my corner, to eat off the street.

But with the pride I was given and the knowledge I have gained.

I will one day grow to be a man, and remember how I lived.

For if god wanted otherwise, a life I would have and a corner not need.