Street soul

whiskey ,my street buddy
its what got me in this mess,ruined life
my disease,i lost all that was worth my world
night after night ,drink to numb the pain of the past
this is me now !
Homeless,and free to drink myself to death
shop doorways my home
hands out ,for money
food scarce
monotonous days and lonely nights
blurring the past
try to feel no pain
but the cold reminds me of a warm loving home
curse the drink
drink the drink
beg money for drink
drown in drink
my only friend and enemy
no help!
once i was smartly dressed,attractive and clean
with a lot of love to give ,family!
the demon drink caught me.
looking in a shop window
I see a shell of a man i once was
rugged ,unshaved ,dirty and aged beyond my 30 years
smelling of the damp musty street
no help ! no love !
hands raw ,feet diseased with dirt
look and learn 
walk past and feel
for the wayward path is easy to follow
no help ! no love ! no hope !