The Shadows of Society

The Shadows of Society

It is dark beneath the shadow moon
as she walks the streets, alone in her plight.
She is no more than a wisp of smoke
to those who ass her by, unnoticed
and uncared for, she is forgotten.

Her face is covered in spots of caked on dirt
and her eyes are glazed and empty as
her silent pleas for help go unheard.
A single tear smears the dirt as
it traces a path down her cheek
and falls onto the tattered rags
she wears to survive the elements.

She stares through windows
into a world of sheltered security
that she will never have,
that she will never be a part of,
and she can do nothing more than
stand in her confusion,
lost in the world of the past
when she walked among the living of society.
But always reality is brought back to her
for she is shunned for being unable to
live up to the expectations of society and
she is disregarded as nothing more
than a burden upon society.

And she wonders where
she will sleep tonight
and if she will live to see another day
of hunger and loneliness.
Yesterday she was a
wife and mother, with a home and job,
but today, well, today
she is a forgotten nothing,
and always a shadow of society.