Sitting on an invisible desert
Screaming for Help
No one hears
Voice Plastered on a piece of cardboard
No yellow brick road
That others follow home
No home to follow it to
Rain
The rain of helplessness
The sound of silence
When shaking a can
Dignity
None of it
Begging
Not your choice
Not your preference
Yet it ends up as your life
That shaking silent can
The cardboard
Your life