Poverty's Eyes

Twinkling stars of poverty's eyes, stay stranded in my mind, watching the depravity of lives starving inside for companionship. Tattered images beginning each day with eyes of dismay at having woken again in an alley of a rich city, no one to care for them. Alien sounds ringing through their minds, pulling unwanted thoughts of comfortable homes and families only wished and hoped for on earth. Twilight settles on them every day without ever having made anything better in their lives. Shining stars only reflecting the poverty of their every breathless, unkempt hunger pang of remorse.