Far from love

 
A cot or park bench
Choices...
But not much to choose from,
Far from love but close to no home
Seeds sown...
But the dirt on this body
Can not grow anything new
Only looks of disgust
To looks of compassion,
Offered coins short of shelter,
Hot shower, or a home cooked meal

Of loneliness?
I feel for it is my only companion
I have been abandoned
By the hands of humanity...

But I have not abandoned you.

© 2012 Rene Velez