Outcast Poem by Faith Elizabeth Brigham

God only knows
that could be me
bottle in hand
face down
in the street
he's been branded
by society
no doubt an outcast
in this age
of throw-away things
but no one
knows his pain

why must the drunkard
suffer for so long
a survivor in
a world gone wrong
why is he held
in such contempt
and not shown
a lttle mercy

skid row, skid row
it's the only
home he knows
gone are his hopes
and long forgotten dreams
left to die there
so it seems