that’s despair
sitting cross-legged
grubby and wet
and cold
mangy dog snuggling
better fed, better shape
biscuit tin lid
scattered with coins
feet passing by
splashing the rain
never see faces
never see smiles
only see pavement
never see sky
that’s not begging
more poems
playing happily
and never will
you didn't deserve it
the card
little red magnets
cursing softly
that's not living
that's despair
barely touching
the faintest of whispers
so much
all my reasons
that's why she's here
who did that to you
already dead