Maddy Jones

(March 2nd,1988 / Kennewick, Wa)

The Reviled Man

He sits alone,
The disposable man,
He lives on the streets,
Cursed & damned,

This homeless man,
Dirty & weary,
Has forgotten a life,
Drunk & dreary,

Frowned upon,
Living so low,
Living so wrong,
And dying too slow,

Unnoticed, unseen,
People walk nigh,
He wants to scream,
But they pass him by,

Hollow & gone,
He sits on the street,
Drunk & withdrawn,
And passed out asleep.

Submitted: Thursday, January 26, 2006
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  • Michael Troy Buffo (3/21/2006 2:39:00 AM)

    WOW! Oh, Maddy, if the rest of your work is like this..... WOW! Well done! Your words bring the picture into such sharp focus! ! ! The dispair is tangible. The indifference; abhorrent. Your compassion; beautiful. (Report) Reply

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