Cold and wet
Full of dread
The storm has no mercy
It's dangerous to be out and about
But there's nowhere to flee to
No available shelter through the streets
Has come down to a single cardboard box, held up by two sticks
Just as I mentally curse out the selfish dicks passing by,
I am tapped on the shoulder
I turned round and find a smiling face.
I didn't know this man- seemed taller, and not much older
He looks up at me, still smiling, and says nothing.
Pulls out his hand that is holding a grocery bag.
Curious, I grab it and find
A winter coat, a black umbrella, and fifty dollars in cash.
Smiling back, I go to thank him so very much, but just like that,
I'm alone again.
I don't think I'll ever forget it.
BẠN ĐANG ĐỌC
Random Poetry Collection
Thơ CaThis is a collection of bad poetry I've managed to compose through the slurs of ink we've come to know as letters we form into what we know as language. The '*'s indicate that this poem is a little on the sad/darker side.
