You might not see it

You might not see it

Believe it

Or feel it

But there are people

On this world

In this street

Walking in the shadows

Engulfed in the filth of it

The rat-infested stink of it

There are naked people in bedrooms

Making love

Fighting for life

Head in a noose

Sad-faced drunks

Flat on the floor

Living with grief

Sharing their pain

On a video link

Tortured by degree

Held to account

Playing doggo

Welded to sofas

Scammers and grifters

Pretending to be friends

Robbing people blind

To get filthy rich

From basements

And boiler rooms

Reptiles in sewers

Growing fat

On leftovers

Hiding in plain sight

Selling their share

Of paradise

For the coat off your back

You might not see it

But it is there

On the underside

Where the edge of the world

Is hidden by a fold

In time

Until the watched clock

Chimes

Midnight

And its plain face cracks

Into a smile

And then, you see it.

Don’t you?