He entered the ER unsure of his surroundings
A man adorned with rags that reveals his plight
Stench of another one who have fallen
through the cracks of society
Mind confused completely jaded
Eyes penetrated him scornfully but questionably
Snickers of superiority broke the silence of waiting
His last fixed was his final high
Overdosed on “temporary pleasure”
That will undoubtedly leave marks of distinction
That God-given void filled with all the wrong trimmings
He is now left in his own little world of uncertainty
Trying to decipher, but cannot seem to rationalized
If you look a little closer at those baby blues
You will see a spark amidst clouded eyes
That tear you see reflects a soul
Longing for your embrace
He searched in your eyes for answers
But you quickly retreat and pretend he does not exist
Hoping he will go away, another menace to society
His words uttered was a language seemingly he knows
Stuck in a time zone of relentless nakedness
Piercing stares of colored glass scanned him
A special moment of spotlight fantasy
“What’s your name sir”
“Name is Frank“
I am that one that was beautifully planted
In your garden of arrangement
Did not not received ample nourishment
needed to sustain my growth
So I withered away
leaving my petals beneath the dirt
But this shell continues to decay
While the heart of my soul still blooms
Through my eyes I see hope in your indignation
I am a victim of my own circumstances
“My name is FRANK”

 
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