The Drunk Poem by St.Claire Redwood

Dejected, outcast and despised
He sits on the sidewalk
Surveying the world that was his
But cannot be again.

His eyes are glassy pools of fear
He knows what fate is his.
The trembling hands can't wipe the ters
That trickle down his face.

People walk by and glance at him,
Another social wreck
To be scorned and pushed aside
Lest he contaminate!

So lonely in his twilight world
Where no-one understands
He tries to smile but fails somehow,
The pain inside strangles.

Won't someone stop and lend a hand
To this pathetic soul
Who lost his reason for trying
Somewhere along the way.