Homeless

Starving, cautious he approaches
One of those whom many people call cockroaches
To others he’s a ghost, invisible, doesn’t exist
But I cannot unsee, the scars carved on his wrist

I want to scream to God, in rage ask how I got put upon the list
Of those who have abundance, overflow
To a degree that I am lucky to never know
How hunger scratches empty stomach, frozen chest
Feel hopeless, so I do what I know how to do best

I close my eyes, pretend it s all a dream
Try to convince myself that what I saw was never seen
Oh I am not alone, we help each other in this blind man’s buff
We blind ourselves, stumble around, almost believing in our bluff

But only almost, see when a ray of light enters our sight
And suddenly we meet two eyes that shine so bright
Put on a face depicting days of struggle to survive
The dirty skin and clothes yet with a stare so present and alive
Impossible it then becomes to turn away and just forget
How similar we are to this homeless person that we briefly met