New Life

NEW LIFE



I sat up late last night,just staring at the sky,

I told my problems to the moon, and called upon a falling star.



I smoked a pack of 'Winni Reds', and wished to God I had a bed,

I wrapped my arms around my legs make believing I was warm.



I'll swear I heard my city sleep, as I thanked God no one was there to see me try.

If only I had run prepared, but how could I have known, I'd ever have the courage.



With the harshness of the ice-cold wind,demanding my attention all I could think about was 'why?'

And I wished I could of blamed you, but you weren't there to care.



As I sat there in the open air,fighting for the nights survival,

I knew I'd always and forever be, as I had always been - alone.



I tried to pass the hours without feeling too much hate,

I pretended I was in a movie, and this just some part that I was playing.



Then came a couple on a date, their happy laughter invading my sad space,

I huddled deep into the shadows, and hoped to God they wouldn't see me.



Too late, they stared my way,too unkind to look away.

Staring back in bitter silence, I no longer cared what people thought.



I hoped they'd feel my raging hate, as it was then I came to finally see,

with each and every breath I took, that humans can be beastly fools.



Well, I thanked them for their pity, but I'd really thank them not to.

Imagine looking at the homeless as though they'd given up,

imagine looking at the poor as though they had no brains,

when they're the ones who fight for life- even though they know too much.

'Why how little people know' I thought and again I wondered 'why?'