Crumpled Shapes

Fierce, biting cold it steals their dreams 

Hunger’s cruel ache; King thief of sleep 

Loneliness, their bedfellow... screams!
Trauma grips tighter; hears them weep

Snow falls, but no angels they make 
Like Korai… frozen figures, draped 
Angel of death; they fear their fate 
Cold, Cement City’s crumpled shapes 

Once they were someone... to someone
Now dishevelled; minds full of holes
To all, but their bereft loved ones,

they’re nameless; forgotten, lost souls

The truth is, they’re like you and me 
Uncomfortable... it may be 
One turn of fate; brought to their knees 
Show them empathy; kindness, please 

Tonight, on mattresses of stone 
May it be their last without hope
May caring hands guide gently home
We all need help... sometimes to cope 

© Debbie Razey 2022 - Violet Moon Poetry