The Shadows of forgiveness,
Wasn’t there;
With actions very thoughtless,
No passerby would pause there,
They didn’t care,
Not a glance and not a stare;
Moving along the darkness
In despair;
Searching vainly for brightness.

Corners fill,
Discarded reality;
Sewers swill.

Paper home,
Torn and bored society;
Of the lone.

Pennies in the gutters found,
Sad riches,
For the ones so poorly bound;
Snatching bottle half drunken,
Lost wishes,
Lost of dreams yet unspoken;
Sleeping on stairway’s hardness,
Soul trashes
Moving along the darkness.

Three pennies
And then found three pennies more,
Bright shiny.

Then arrives
At the bakeries back door,
Stays alive.

Riches for stale bread trading,
Nibbles slight,
Caught in endless foreboding,
Huddles in corners darkness,
Out of sight,
Shadows cut shows the starkness;
Moving Along the Darkness
Out from sight,
Walking unknown toward brightness.

With nibble,
And stolen bottle to sip,
Now able.
To journey
Backwards and forwards the trip,
Memory.