Stare

I stare at the faces, of all those people,
Those broken people, I, I don’t know what to do,
They are all so tired, forlorn faces stare into my eyes,
Straight faces fake the no pain game,
A bustle to the safety of their homes, the safety of,
Their jobs, family, money,
Addicts line the road, all looking for a fix,
Sunk in eyes, which scream out for reprieve,
I see a woman, with a tear streamed face, pain lines her grimace,
As she weeps into the phone, she begs for a reason,
A reason to live,
Small dirty man, stares at me,
I need food. or I will die,
They all ask,
Why was I born into this world of torture,
Just to die, and be thrown onto a pile of broken heart smashed men?
I weep tears for those people,
I sit in my chair, and sob,
You put this feel, in my heart,
Because I asked,
I will tell them, of you,
Thankyou.