I Sit Unnoticed

Do we offer hope or judgment?

Black and Write

I sit unnoticed;

Ignored like trash cast aside,

Snagged in the gutter.

Left to resurrect myself

Tell me what are my chances,

Who will hire me,

How will I become sober?

Drugs, drinking, illness,

You would prefer that I die;

Cleaning up the city streets.

You will not miss me,

My existence a mistake

Must be corrected.

Be happy that I am gone,

No longer a human plight.


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

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