Dark Alley

Dark Alley

A woman sits
In a dark alley,
playing with her hands
because she's got nothing
better to do.

Haggard and decrypt, old
and mournful, this woman who
Sits in a dark allay.

She once had a life, full of love
still sparkling are her eyes
from the life she once
held in the palm of her hand.

She crushed this life, because she
thought she'd make it better.

They call her a user, they call her a bum
the government tries to
a place to run. The shelters
are no better than this
alley she sits in.

The people see her, and with their
words they emote caring and concern
but their feet promote her
true reality.

I sit here at my desk wondering
why I got lucky
and she did not...
This woman in a dark alley
playing with her
hands.