Face in the crowd

She’s battling her demons

Hidden for years

Losing the fight

She holds back the tears

A face in the crowd

Brings back to life

A memory hidden

Deep in her mind

Fear rises within

Ignoring her pleas

Heart pumping fast

She struggles to breathe

She stifles a scream

Reliving the fear

The memory now vivid

The figure draws near

Shocked to her core

As they come face to face

Begging for food

He’d fallen from grace

The face in the crowd

Once powerful and rich

Now crumpled and broken

Aint Karma a bitch

Angry at first

Ready to scorn

Viewing his plight

Her heart starts to warm

Scorn turned to pity

Demons now gone

She dropped a coin in his cup

Smiled and went home

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