Poetry

A Beggar’s Plight

By: Kristyn Garza

I travel in this austere,

lonely, place

peering around every corner—

no one.

Alone I wander—

nothing,

not a trace.

I travel through the streets in the night

shunned.

 

I float aimlessly,

finding not a soul,

intoxicated with my own despair.

Dour is the world that which dealt me my role.

Suffocating is the cold-hearted air.

 

Where people once were,

now have ceased to be.

Where joy once stood,

now stands desolation.

 

I,

Stranded,

Frozen

In a dismal plea

Waiting for someone to bring sensation.


Though I wander the streets in dejection

it is not I who has lost perception.

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