Ditched
Wilted leaves tumble past
Helplessly
In the sun-warmed air
I stare into the sky
Endlessly
Wondering what’s for me out there
Cars rush past hurriedly
No doubt they’ve got a place to be
The drainage ditch in front of me
With pitch black slits and rusty teeth
Is all that seems to stay or care
In this world full of despair
While I wait forever sitting here
For my place
For my time
For my life and pride.
This poem is about:
Me