April 2008
1 post
the homeless.
they stare at him with unlikely stares nobody knows the weighty sins he bears mouthing the words that others can care as they go from here to there and pass him by nobody stopping to ask him why how was his day, and his nightmares he exists not in their pity nor their prayers he sits there with tears in the things he wears his burdens are ample, compared to theirs unaware the world compares the...
