Blow beneath his wings
Carry the note he sings
Whisper silence to searing storm
Calm his feuding norm
He burns in charred choices
Singed in yesteryear voices
Hands wilted and wasted
Frown faced from the hatred
Cigarette caught in faltering fingers
Halted traces of dignity lingers
He shuffles shoeless feet
Down another darkened street
Haunting hunger, absent shelter
His past writing his future
He listens for the rustle
That stills life’s battling bustle
Hoping that Hope will free
The shackles to his liberty
© Jill Roche, 2014
Image by Jill Roche
