Poor Man’s Eyes
By
Lisa A. Williams
I looked into
a poor man’s eyes
where darkness
filled a need
and
want filled the room
as he sat
in his corner
shutting out the
world,
no longer seeing
the child’s smile-
so far from his hell
he couldn’t bear
it.
Life took his body,
riches stole his
soul,
living was no answer
so he died-
a little more
each day.
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