Bum On The Street - An Anacrostic Topical Poem by John Vogel

Bereft and left inconsolate, desolate - without a means or reason to survive
Useless to society, regretfullness inside his dying mind, he bides his time
Memories of by-gone days divide his mind inside he cries for days gone bye

Obstinately he clings to life, yet finds no reason to stay alive or why he tries
Nevertheless he walks bereft down darkened alleyways, trying to find the light

The time before the fire took his child and wife, the reason for his very life
He sees within his tortured mind the light that shined within their smiles and eyes
Every day and night he walks the streets remembering, reliving as he waits to die

Sunken red eyes looking out at life... people circumnavigating him to pass him bye
There was a time... he sighs.. when he was one of them, a family, he dries his eyes
Remembering leaves him weak, he begs some guy for some money and buys some wine
Even when intoxicated, though, he knows their faces will remain in his anguished mind
Endlessly remembering, in dreams and wakefullness, that day of fate, his hideous crime
Too much to drink, carelessly fell asleep with a cigarette, and ended all their lives...