Street Walker

Hopeless in this world of everything
Everything in which I do not have
Left to wander the street
Ignored by the only ones who could help
I reach up for a hand
But there is none there

Try to proceed with a life unwanted
But the hunger pulls me back down
Hope of a better future dwindles
With each movement of the second hand
Each tick the world gets a little darker
Each second passed
Is a second never to be had again
The darkness consumes me now
As I close my eyes never to be open again

I found this while looking through my files. I wrote this as part of a high school English class poetry project and thought I’d post it on here.