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Jan 2015
I walk the street, and all I do is weap.
For all I see is anger, and haetred.
People stuck sleeping and eating on the street.
I see them begging for money on the corner.
Just to get one meal for the day.
I don't like watching good honest people.
Down on there luck asking, but no one helps.
It makes me mad , and all so sad.
All I can think of is.
What if this was me or my loved one.
Would any one help?
Will I have food today?
Why will no one give me a chance?
Is it because I am down in a hole?
I see this everyday, I try to help when I can.
But its not enough. Alli can think of is.
Why will no one help the ones in need.
Ya they might not have jobs but if I can help.
Wheather it be $1 or a place to stay.
I know how it is, I don't wish any that.
So if I help, that means more people can.
I barely make enough to hold myself afloat.
I see my heart sinking like a boat.
Every time I see amazing people.
Eating off the street, and sleeping under a bridge.
As I walk down the street all I do is weap.
jesse packard
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jesse packard  30/M/Rainier, Oregon
(30/M/Rainier, Oregon)   
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