Numbing the Pain, the Reality
Numbing the Pain…

Sallow faced, bleak, burdened, bland,
a hollow of a man stands, bereft of hope,
what life has transpired, for him to deny light,
to live within the gloom of lost souls,
unwanted change to save his circumstance,
the toll too great for transformation.
Sadness delivers a gut-wrenching blow,
to know a life so lost at such cost,
can still beat of heart, yet without a plight,
none recognised,
whatever comes is just more of the same,
more pain, wrapped neatly in numb.
I see so many faces, no expression,
a tedious thread to life held,
where even suffering is unrecognised,
just a state between breaths,
a flow of expectations held as reality,
acceptance their own speciality.
As they bide their time,
and choose oblivion to remedy decline,
they even further fall from life,
each bottle each breath a manifest direction,
each night the chill of imperfection,
and day just a candle in the dark.
Tony DeLorger © 2016
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And they are all over the world. I often wonder from whence they came, these lost to humanity souls. Very well stated, Tony, great piece.
Thanks Phyllis, yes so many. This was prompted by memories of LA where I couldn’t believe how many homeless wander the streets. Cheers!