The fine lines of poverty
are carved like a map upon your face
Your fridged look melts away the mercyless sun
as you wipe away the sweat on your leatherish skin
Inside the silence of your sanity
you can hear your hunger scream
Aches and pains has become your only friend,
constantly there, in the alleys where you sleep, in body and soul, never leaving your side
The judgement lies shallow in the eyes of your bypassers
while you pluck them out viciously in the corner of your mind and smile sincerely..
with your begging hands lying open
Today you had a good day, counting the few worthless coins
Some booze and smoke's slide across the counter..
this will ease the cold tonight
Tomorrow maby, you'll have enough for food
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Submission Name: Poverty
