Street wizened

Street Wizened

Insipid sips
from anaemic lips
the liquids drips
to floor

A pavement crazed face
concealed by tobaccoed lace
and a body
bruised and raw

The shopside rent
for a body bent
is dignity
and pride

For the scars you see
are just the key
to the pain
of the ache inside

A certain release
from the grip of the street

Is also the release of life

by jjbhughes