This week’s prompt is to write a poem that speaks for someone who cannot speak for himself/herself.
Although it seems there are miles between us
We are not so far apart, you and I
You collect cans for money, as I do I
I have not always known
Where I would rest my head at night or
How I would ease the hunger in my belly
If I was crazy or incomplete or just wrong
One step or two, is all that separates us
I see you on the street and I wonder
If I could do anything for you
What would you have me do?