The Void
The Broken Man
I see you, as you pass me by, I lift my head and gaze bleary – eyed, weary from hunger and drink deprived. I am here because I was once like you. I had it all, the money a house, a wife a job, a mortgage ; with a property that leaked money. As I pissed the rest up the wall.
I know you pretend I'm not there, I'm invisible to you, and to the rest of the human traffic, as they walk by looking down upon me, with no feeling or care.
Does the fact, that I'm down on my luck really offend your sense of morality so much as I struggle through my day ? The street warriors keep moving me on. No begging, or collecting coin. Looks like I'll be going bloody hungry again today.
Who are you to drag me down, I don't hassle you, your harsh words cut me to the bone. I'm not in your face, I just want to be left alone.
I see you, as you pass me by, I lift my head, and feel like I'm invisible when you approach me, to offer words of comfort. But I can not look you in the eye.
This is me, right before your eyes. Desperate and stranded, trying to deal with my situation.
The broken man, trodden on and ripped, tattered and torn, wishing that I was never born.
Do you not see me, am I not a worth while man ? I was once like you, with out a care in the world. I had everything lined up, all my ducks in a row. But life changed everything, and ruined my future plan.
I'm not going any where, I'm here, just trying to survive; watching the world go by. Hoping for the kindness of people, as they stop and talk, as I sit waiting for the tourist coaches to arrive.
I see you, as you pass me by, I lift my head and gaze bleary – eyed, weary from hunger, and drink deprived. I'm a broken man, but still here. Trodden on by life, I'm down but not out.
You look at me and feel sorrow, but don't count me out just yet. As you'll see me again, as I'll still be here tomorrow.
The Broken Man
