Subway
Sad poetry
Silent faces stare at a mumbled drunk’s despair
He stumbles, and falls, hurt, weeping now, in hoarse, shuttering sobs - why should they care
Sprawled on the platform, moaning, he rocks back and forth, cradling his head
With grimy fingers, he wipes at his tears and his chin where it bled
Treated as unimportant as an empty coffee cup – he is in a crowd - but alone
No one lifts a finger, they prefer to use them, to scroll down their phones
He starts to curse and swear - they edge, farther away, still
Unwilling to even bear witness – why bother – this is a big city - that is the drill
Deaf to the words of a beaten man’s pain
Godlike, they stand, impatiently, waiting for the train
About the Creator
Bonnie Bowerman
Just a curious soul with a crayon, at the beginning of my writing journey. There were many absorbing detours along the way.
I am so happy, I stumbled upon this community. The depth of talent here, takes my breath away!
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