Shadows of the Forgotten

In the heart of the city, where shadows creep,
A broken soul wanders, lost in the deep.
Once a dreamer, now a ghostly silhouette,
Homeless on the street, where hope and warmth forget.

Concrete alleys echo with whispered cries,
Torn cardboard blankets shield tear-streaked eyes.
The neon signs mock, casting eerie light,
As the wind howls through empty doorways at night.

Homeless on the street, forgotten by the sun,
A symphony of sorrow, where despair has won.
Beneath the flickering lamppost's feeble glow,
They dance with shadows, their secrets never known.

Once a family, laughter echoing in their veins,
Now fractured memories, shattered like windowpanes.
The rain-soaked cardboard shelters sag and weep,
As the city rushes by, indifferent and asleep.

Their hands reach out for mercy, for a morsel of grace,
But the world hurries past, lost in its own race.
The bitter taste of hunger, the ache of hollow bones,
Invisible souls, abandoned, left to weather alone.

Homeless on the street, forgotten by the sun,
A symphony of sorrow, where despair has won.
Beneath the flickering lamppost's feeble glow,
They dance with shadows, their secrets never known.

Metal grates, cold as judgment, scrape their skin,
Tales etched in scars, whispered to the wind.
Each step a battle, each breath a silent plea,
For a sliver of compassion, a spark of empathy.

In the heart of the city, where shadows weep,
The homeless find solace in the night's embrace.
Their stories etched in graffiti on crumbling walls,
Silent cries echoing, lost souls seeking grace.
