All Alone
By Jessica D
Published 15 June 2021
She lies on the ground and waits
Like a wounded seagull for food
The passersby looking down
Not shedding her a tear
Avoiding her existence
Ignoring her desperation
All alone
The girl will wait
Just wishing for a meal
Or a friend
Or anyone to see
At just 16
She shouldn’t be sitting
On the cold, hard ground
Winter wind bites her ghostly skin
Blanket worn, clothes a shred, stomach less than empty
Sounds of the street, sirens, stomping
Never waiting for her