Homeless Lonely Lost Dead Poem by Gab Oso

They’re invisible.
You don’t see them.
You don’t want to see them.
They’re everywhere.
They ask you for some change.
That’s all they want.
All they rely on.
Your charity.
But you are still too greedy to bother.
You walk on, letting a soul suffer, without a pang of guilt.
It’s hard to believe that they were once like you and I.
They once had a roof over their heads.
They once had a loving family.
They once had hope.
But now, they are alone and hungry.
Going on with their days.
Waiting for their time to go.
If you dare look deep into their eyes,
You might see their pain.
You might see that their eyes are blank.
You might see that they are emotionless.
You might see that they are hollow.
And if you really let yourself look close enough.
You will realize that these lost souls are dead before they have really died.