The Desperation Unseen Poem by Lola Romero

Brave Souls
wandering on cold streets
curtains closing
trying to make ends meet
the rotting stench of lost hope and decay
permeating the air
growing stronger everyday

huddled in a corner, whimpering softly
no money, no food, no rent
how much will these clothes cost me?
sitting in pools of desperation are hours spent
cool steel against droplets of ruby blood
to let the pain leek out
trudging through life like thick mud
angry parents trying not to shout,
children crying, nothing more for them to do
trying to relax, but its impossible
don't try telling me, I'm telling you
happiness seemingly improbable
hunger and famine roaming around
broken bones of old souls
nothing new to be found
and yet your holding on to your troubles,
because its the only thing left that you have
take a look around you
see that your still alive, now be glad