Tuesday, December 7, 2010

~At the Edge~

Since I was small I have been through it all...
Rough patches that stayed in my brain...
I see happy faces in windows at cafes...
Smiles and laughter, I wonder have they ever felt pain...
Am I trying to seek the impossible, what am I after?
My next meal, my next bed
To stop this thinking all alone in my head
A kind touch and warm bowl of soup
To keep me from feeling that I am in a disastrous loop
Of nightmarish existence and hunger and strain
But then I realize here I am again in the rain
Without cover or shelter or care
How did this happen how is it fair...

 "At the Edge" Is Copyright To AbdulAziz Mohammed 2005


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