This  poem was inspired  by today’s daily prompt

there was a sad man wrinkled

dressed in clothes of misery

with a deviant look so simple

a painting without history

there were birds roaming around

circling the dampened musky air

looking for the impossible to be found

that love that is in disrepair

The man searched for comfort

of people that looked like a fort

they were closed and inhospitable

the tears run silently and tried to hide

reminiscence of some form of pride

looking at a society so despicable