Prayers dance tragically upon cracked city streets and beneath
grimy and broken windows of old apartment buildings, where forlorn faces peer out
in rusted long.
Prayers dance tragically upon cracked
city streets and beyond…
the aches, and pains
of a homeless woman
dressed in rags, and hopelessness
the grief
of an elderly woman
dressed in constant need,
the scarlet regrets
of an addict
dressed in addiction.
the tumultuous storms of discontent
continue to wash into the grimy alleys of the homeless, drowning them with
reality
as the harshness of their
embittered lives tear at their weary bones,
the hopeful fantasies of the embattled elderly fade into obscurity when Social Security checks no longer keep up with the cost of merely existing.
The dreams of the addict drown in the allies of scavenged hours, where their screams become empty sounds like the echo of dead leaves falling onto cracks in the wretched pavement of the city.
