Ruff's Den
The "High Life"
The “High Life”
The still of night beckons me,
Streetlights dim and faded.
Dreary shadows of unseen men,
Unnoticed in the sorrow.
Tragedy strikes here day by day,
Yet society ignores it.
Too focused on the new and trendy,
To realize who they step on.
Life in this place is not real,
Rather a false existence.
Survival depends on other's mercy,
And that's in short supply.
Soon I find me leaving here,
Returning to my shelter.
Laying on my hardwood floor,
Sleep forces my retirement.
Maybe fortune strikes tomorrow,
Leaving our pain subsided.
~Ferrel Kasson