Dark Side Of People Poem by Peitho Enthermos

A man sitting on a bench during a cold dark night,
waits for someone to call him into a store that served as his only light.

A woman in that store wants to buy all the things she can eat,
yet her bulk of money can't satisfy the heart she tries to feed.

The guy behind the counter is pissed, waiting for the customers to disperse...
But can he go back home to where his life gets worse?

In the boy's house, a lonely mother longs for her son,
but can she take to see him battered or shot with a gun?

Outside that house, the father intently looks at his hands,
the same hands that once comforted, now know no patience.

Then a neighbor's little daughter peers from their bedroom window,
she patiently observes the sobbing man below.
Suddenly, the little girl's own father called to her saying,
'That is the man I fired and to him I stopped paying...'

Do you like to know more of these people when you don't like how the verses start?
I don't say it's bad, I'd say it's dark.