What's Hope

This is a poem I wrote about the struggle of homeless people. And how a lot of people just help them for their own reputation, not because they necessarily care.

I never thought I would abort

But the thought of not supporting my habit left my mind distorted

I’m tired of livin, when I just inject death into my veins again

What’s the point of tryin when you just end up dyin;  in the end

 

 

Suspended in submission by my own bad intentions

I try to stab it, but I’m an addict and it just comes back;  I’ve had it

The feeling of always being Next in line,  leaves you feeling the same like last time

I fear I lack the spine, to get up and get what’s mine

But last time I fought back, I ended up flat broke

What’s hope?

Hope is something I don’t possess, so I’m considered low to people

I’m hopeless, all hope is lost when there’s no bliss

What’s on my mind;  I don’t know, I’m still trying to find it

 

I need my fix, I scratch so much,  I feel sick

I think I need help, I can barely stay awake

I shake, I don’t think you realize my life’s at stake!

As I lay dying, in this cold, dark, alleyway, I watch you pass by in your fancy escalades

I know I’m the only one to blame;  I live in shame, in a society full of fame

We can relate more than you think, the only difference is

I don’t overdose on prescription drugs,  like the normal civilian does

Tease us, beat us, mock us, do what you will

But remember, they say you reap what you sow

If it wasn’t for us, there would be nothing to compare yourselves to

You should take a walk in my shoes, than maybe you would care

Well what if I even had a pair of shoes I could wear

 

I’m starting to feel suppressed, time is starting to oppress

My skin is so dirty, I look like I’ve been in a coal mine since I was thirty

The only white on me, is the sight of my eyes, lusting over life

While you have plaques’ on your walls, the plaque I have is making my teeth fall off

Its ironic I can barely eat, and my teeth still aren’t healthy at all

 

They say anger is fueled by love

But you get snow-blind, while I snort coke lines

You lose focus, no, in fact you never notice

Quit looking for a quick fix, we need solutions and guidance

Stop using us, to get your reputation up

We need real help;  not a few cents with no intent, of making a dent in our lives

Author's Note

I would love to hear your thoughts, and if you have any advice for me, just let me know Thank-you.

Reviews

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

You penned this scenario well. Something that really stood out to me was the point you brought out about overdosing on scrips legally. We never know who the addict is and we may find ourselves surprised. Sometimes it takes longer for some to reach up to touch bottom. We need to help but they also have to help themselves. There is wanting to quit and there is being WILLING to quit, a huge difference that can mean the difference in life and death. Your poem reaches further than homeless and helpless.........It touches on addiction and its desperation.