Helpless Eyes “Poem”
On my way home tonight in downtown Tampa
I saw many helpless eyes of homeless
But her gaze pleaded for help I offer not in prejudice
She was standing vulnerable near a shade of the tall building
She was young and pretty with a mask on her face
But her eyes were as big as the apple that fell on Newton
Her gravity catches my gaze hopelessly
She was a stranger but our hearts understood each other
She was homeless for some reason or in great misery and anguish
She was a thorn of a red rose in its full bloom
Her phone was distracting her but she kept looking at me as I pass by her
When I was two miles away I stopped
What if I ask her, if she needs help?
What if I answer her mysterious looks
What if? And if not? I finally mind my own business and let go my delusions
For so many homeless emerges on roads like marine life suddenly out of oceans
Where is God? Where are activists?
Please help homeless by not judging
All those helpless eyes waiting for their Messiah? When will he come?
I came home disappointed at human race