Musings of an Aspiring Author and Poet
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I sit unnoticed;
Ignored like trash cast aside,
Snagged in the gutter.
Left to resurrect myself
Tell me what are my chances,
Who will hire me,
How will I become sober?
Drugs, drinking, illness,
You would prefer that I die;
Cleaning up the city streets.
You will not miss me,
My existence a mistake
Must be corrected.
Be happy that I am gone,
No longer a human plight.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
It’s too true. Scary. Not so much man’s inhumanity to man, but more man’s apathy to man, which is every bit as deadly.
You are absolutely correct, very insightful my friend, thank you.
I don’t know about the US but over here there is help for those that want it.
There is some help, but everything is so overcrowded and so bureaucratic that I think many of these people just give up. In addition, many of those individuals that are mentally ill don’t have the ability to get help and for the most part are forgotten. It’s very sad.
Wow! Intense.
Thank you Carol, I wrote this one a couple of days ago…it came out of nowhere.
Taking a deep breath.
A deep breath is needed I suppose.
Thank you so much for the re-blog, I truly appreciate it.
Oh, ouch …. ouch. So sadly true. :(
It is sadly true though I wish it wasn’t.
Such a sad reality.
It can be though I don’t always think that it is a sad thing under the right circumstances.
Dom DiFrancesco 
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