Where one could only place a thought on rest,
but for a moment, reflections that are addressed
on eyelids needing the collection of bedtime unrest.
My blankets are woven in comas of oppression
as when my eyes are entombed and depressed.
No one realizes that when they pass this dispossessed
huddle, lives life never given a moment as were oppressed.
For below this perceived cluster of a homeless man dressed,
is the dignity of man once upon a time blessed.
But I fell or stumbled, now my body slumbers on a headrest.
All that others see is a robin who lost his dignified vest.
Nov 24, 2017
Nov 24, 2017 at 4:36 PM UTC
Where one could only place a thought on rest,
but for a moment, reflections that are addressed
on eyelids needing the collection of bedtime unrest.
My blankets are woven in comas of oppression
as when my eyes are entombed and depressed.
No one realizes that when they pass this dispossessed
huddle, lives life never given a moment as were oppressed.
For below this perceived cluster of a homeless man dressed,
is the dignity of man once upon a time blessed.
But I fell or stumbled, now my body slumbers on a headrest.
All that others see is a robin who lost his dignified vest.
