Image: Oblivious to the Surroundings (here)
A bundle of heap
He laid still in a stupor
Oblivious of happenings
around him
Had one too many
Stoned after a boy’s night out
The bench was god-sent
He rested awhile
Was out cold for the whole morning
No one bothered and no one cared
They just let him be
He appeared harmless
To them, he was a homeless
Grace's at d'Verse's OLN #250
Sadly, the homeless are such in number that they become invisible.
ReplyDeleteNice description of the bench: "The bench was god-sent"
ReplyDeleteIn my area there are many homeless people sleeping on the streets.So sad. Thanks for hight lighing many people's plight nowadays.
ReplyDeleteEnjoy your weekend Hank.
Yvonne.
Sometimes you never truly know the story and some aren't what they appear.
ReplyDeleteI think homeless are growing in numbers and many just walk past them. I often wonder how they got to that place, that bench. Will there plight ever get better? Hopefully, things will change for the better.
ReplyDeleteI have seen some of them here - homeless and alone.
ReplyDeleteAnd a sad way to live...
ReplyDeleteThere's no easy answer to these sad lives. (K)
ReplyDeleteSo many of us oblivious, too easy to categorize. Mischievous little poem, I think your protagonist also fooled many of the readers, stretched out on the bench like that after the party. Ironic. ;)
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