My Life that Belonged to ME!

just a quick short story of a flashing image of a guy who was homeless and dead, wrote it like i saw it. hope you enjoy it.

Lying down on the sidewalk

in my own piss and and blood

I died with my bottle of wine in my hand

I was gripping the bottle for dear life

what was I thinking, that the bottle would save me from death?

or that if I get through this ...I will need a drink

so keep holding on to the bottle thinking you just might make it, but

death came to me by the hands of a stranger

who whispered in my ear, "I do this because,

I want to help you..." This is not

helping me! I want to scream

But I was only able to say

something that sounded as if it was

coming from a small animal

a stifled screech or squeal

It is done, this man took my life!

Living on the streets is not a easy life

but it was mine!

I had friends and places to go

like the library and pretend not to sleep

when it was cold

and the shelter wasnt so bad

especially when we had

churchfolk who would give us

clothing and food

and that lady the heavyset

lady who would come

with her church

to sing to us and

pray for us

This was my life!

Cant a man drink his wine

and have a good time

singing to the moon

on a city makeshift

shelter in peace

without being strangled

by some clean cut

doctor looking guy

who says he is helping ME!?

I guess not so I lay

in my pissed out jeans

gripping my bottle of mad dog

and losing it as well as my life

My life that belonged to me.

Tom

 

 

Reviews

[Ms. Ella M]

nice, nice , nice
some nice phrases

[Charles D. Moorer]

interesting perspective to look through the eyes of a homeless person.

[Inda Lauryn]

You give so much compassion and humanity to this man. It makes you think twice about the homeless person you see on the street, what's his/her story? Great job.