Anonymous Faces
Anonymous faces
Stare at me
Then go home
To their TV
This cold bench
Is where I stay
Wonder if I'm
In the way
Hunger ravaging
Deep in my gut
Infection in
A ragged cut
Only coldness
All around
Lonely makes
The loudest sound
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Anonymous faces
Rush on by
Not seeing the
Tears I cry
The pain of living
Is too much
I ache for one
Tender touch
Every day is
Always the same
Playing the
Survival game
Walking these old
Streets alone
Hope and happiness
Are long gone
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Anonymous faces
They don't care
Smell of chicken
In the air
The world is swiftly
Moving on
I'm standing still
Existing alone
No bed to sleep in
But a cold ground
Nothing to eat
But some scraps I found
I don't own much
Just the clothes on my back
A lifetime of living
In a paper sack
(C) Linda Hill
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