We Few, Sometimes Many Poem by Dean Meredith

We come together, for a common cause
Part selfish, part needing to connect
Simple complex souls with needs to share
Blessed and seemingly abandoned wretches
Too harsh you may think quite excusably
For I am want of compassion at times
And yet raw honesty so pure and free
Bewitches the best they say, including me
Unwanted, we cling to what is lost
The predators circle expectedly
We wait to die or fight perhaps
Hopeless but resolved and defiant
They fear us now and slink away
Half knowing why through instinct alone
We smile, lips cracked, burned to hell
Eyes alive, for something unknown
And beneath it all the drowning thoughts
Live on like eternal dreams forlorn
Sleep ever knocking on our minds’ doors
Hoping, wanting to be let in