Helen lives her life
Walking to her own tune
Looks like rain
Lives in a post modern dream
A punch drunk reality
A picture from hell
A life of uncertainty
A life fallen from the trees
She lives out on the streets
A phantom of the opera
Living out of soup kitchens
Living like a dog
God hasn’t answered her prayers yet ?
Wear she carries her pain
A friend called Jack Daniels
Is right by her side
Smiles and talks to her
When she’s fallen” on hard times
I know it’s, tragic %26amp; sad
Ophelia wants to meet her
To most of us
fortunate and brave
Who never whimper or wail
Helens just another
fallen angel
Passerby
scavenger
Nobody wants a
Dump next door
A ghost in denial
Compressed to live out
The rest of her life
In a run down shelter
For the poor and the lame
Poem ,comments ?playhouse
So touching and so sad. It makes me want to go find her and help her. :) It brings the cause of the homeless to mind. Beautiful job.
Poem ,comments ?plays opera theater
beautiful :)
Very nice.
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