Why?

(poems go here) As I stood there staring into this stoic figure I wondered why?
He sat motionlessly
Only showing signs of life through the shivers caused by the bitter winter winds
All he had was his own hot breath to keep warm
His long blonde mangled hair flowed down his boney frame
While his darkened dirty rosy cheeks drew you to his smile-less mouth
Glossy green eyes showed shame and fear
What had become of this strange man?
Who was he before the plague hit?
And why?
Why wasn’t anyone willing to stop?
Are we too naïve or too ignorant?
It was obvious he was too proud to beg
Too weak to budge off the icy cold concrete
Too miserable to even try
Standing in the presence of this brave, broken-down man my chest began to feel heavy
Hot salty tears blinded my vision
In guilt and in sympathy I just walked away from the stranger
Only to leave him with a cup
Half empty with the haunting memory of all he has lost
Half full with the hope that someday he will be found
And a refreshing drink to replenish his foible heart

Comments

saraloree9

I wrote this poem after seeing a homeless man sitting outside my work. He was cold, hungry and most of all looked hopeless. I didn't know what to do and the I couldn't stop staring at the poor man. Before I left I gave him a cup of water but felt guilty because I could've done more. Which is why I wrote this poem.

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