I don't know her name

Beery alleyways with piss stained walls
Bleary eyed drunkard covered in cardboard
Singing through nicotine flavoured lips
Her home squashed between rubbish bins
She holds out a filthy hand, knitted threads hanging from her arm
"Enough for a cup of tea love"?
I can smell her above the stench of shit
"Sorry" I say
I settle down under the air extractor
Its wormer here and I'm able to see the rats
I pull the sacking over me
My home for the night
Away in the distance Big Ben strikes 2
She starts to laugh, a manic laugh
Then she cries
Sobbing
An alarm goes off somewhere
Police sirens scream
People running, shouting
I clutch my £5 note tightly
I don't know her name
And she dosent know mine
I'll bye her a tea in the morning
I Close my eyes
Fall asleep.



Poetry by JohnJohn
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Written on 2016-03-21 at 21:34

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Kshiti Dubey
I saw a scene play out right in front of my eyes. It made me wonder what series of events led him/her there in the first place. Well written!
2016-03-22


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
A sad comment of the times we live in. Well writ , Mick.

Ken
2016-03-21