The Walking Lost

Screen Shot 2015-11-02 at 2.44.38 PM

I cannot help but see
the tossing, turning subtly
of wretched hearts in silent pain
walking about in steady rain.

They wander without home or bed
no place safe to lay their heads.
Rejected, scorned and tempest tossed,
their present fate is walking lost.

Kind words oft not well received,
anger bears false dignity.
Shame their portion, tears unshed,
broken souls need more than bread.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s