The Evidence Of Existence

Trash filled truths cluttered along faded sidewalks
laying still in motion begging to recapture decayed
dreams from growling lampposts where hope once
leaned;

shattered emptiness laying between claustrophobic
alleyways reaching out from the shadows of intellectual
prostitution selling the body of their thoughts
for just a piece of the evolution their life once
gleamed;

they are the hopeless; the forgotten; the lifeless
barely standing/stumbling along curbs of emotional pain
just wishing to regain
that one reason to exist; that one reason
to find the urgency of exposure. They have voices
that reaches beyond the shadows just to seek
through the visions their souls speak
to be heard and just for the rights to be understood
in a world where their tears have been plagiarized;

a world where their hearts have been hypnotized
and a world where their strength has been paralyzed
by ignorant eyes refusing to recognize their humanity
while silencing their pleads for help with arrogant profanity.

They are the idealists, the realists and the pessimists
resurfacing to remind the optimists
that they are there and everywhere
and going nowhere anytime soon
because the depths and solitudes of poverty
will always be here in every fascination of experience
as there will always be a hunger to progress
even through those times of distress
but with movement we can’t leave behind
those lost in the fields of regression
as they are the evidence; they remind
us not to take the air we breathe for granted
they prove every aspect of why we exist
in this temporary shelter of life.

© 2010
Tarringo T. Vaughan