#WritcoPoemPrompt67

"I drawn in shallow waters
I cry loud...
Of hunger that stroke my fellows to death,
When tears dry,
My body dries up..
And looks , just like ash.

They see me...
Those that drive cars,
They hear me...
Those that have power,
I cuddle my ash- like body in rags,
And hide under a tunnel..
When they see me,
Suffering cold,
They pass by.

I suffer want,
I suffer pain,
Homeless I go ,
Not because I chose....
I admire those that pass me by...
Please hold my hand "

To pacify a friends'
emotionally disturbed heart,
To handle the twists and turns of life,
We have to try to lend a hand and help each other out,
Because living alone is like holding the edge of a knife.
© saakigift