The Hopeless

Darkness brings a cold chill To those without a home Huddled under concrete eves They seek shelter till the dawn Friendless faces cross their path With haunting eyes they scorn Seldom giving comfort To the lonely and forlorn The homeless have their history The blame is often born From riches lost or tragedies Through no fault of their own The days are long and lonely The help they need is scarce The begging feeds their stomachs But does nothing for their fears The pain they feel from illness Is something that they bare But the fate they fear is loneliness Rejection and despair. Copyright © 2014