The sleeper ignored.

We lose sight of the true meaning.

That person, sleeping on the sidewalk.

That can’t be me.

It won’t be me.

I’m sure it’s their fault.


Or maybe something more.

Beyond one’s control.

Moments, lost to time.

Lives, lost to stuff.



Uncontrollable addictions.

Lost moments, for most,

We will never get back.

That sleeper, didn’t ask for this.

Didn’t want this.

Once someone’s baby.

Someone’s child.

Now, a sleeper.

Forgotten by others.

Ignored by all.

Lost moments,

The sleeper, sleeps.

When they awake,

Maybe a dream?

Futile hope.

The sleeper sleeps.


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