Bedrock Slumber

Bedrock Slumber.

Cold winters, over worked splinters, and daily missed dinners.

I meet a new person daily and teach them the beginners,

We are the lost ones doomed, while the winners keep winning.

I try to keep grinning… 

when people walk by,

I hold back these tears behind my eyes, they never realize.

They never see the pain and suffering, The concrete rubbing in,

I feel as though I am unable to hope again.

broken hopeless days is all I see, If I had the choice I wouldn't be, believe me.

I tried. 

I tried my hardest to survive, 

I went inside and got kicked outside, 

I am now where the lost seem to hide.

I Feel like a ghost every time parents avoid eye contact.

At least the little children stare.

I disappear then reappear out of thin air when a child questions this place right here.

“What happened to him, mommy?".

Warmth and joy when ever people take their time to care,

no matter how young, the curiosity always seems to dissolve this fear,

Sometimes I think it's not fair, sometimes I wish I wasn't here,

And sometimes I even allow myself to hope it will be better 

next year…. 

But, 

that’s If I even make it.