UNEMPLOYED - homeless ... my lot... I will be terminated. Unscrupulously. I inflammatory through the streets. Breathlessly. I fight for my cause. Penniless. I will be condemned. Without rights. I balle the fists in anger. Powerless. I scream against the wind. Unvoiced. I start to drink. Unconscious. I lost my family. Unfounded. I land in the gutter. Hopeless. I will arise. Meaningless. I freeze from hunger. Powerless. I beggarly to food. Ruthless. I see the people. Immeasurably. I beg for help. Deaf. I start to fall. Silence. I can feel the glances. Carelessly I will die. Nameless.
KRISTIAN GOLDMUND AUMANN Author/231208