Literature
Societal Flaws
A dark shape shadowing an even darker doorway...
That was how I saw you, in cold rain, on Christmas Eve. I'd seen you plenty of times before throughout the past year, but somehow this was different. That you were sat here, in exactly the same spot as always, struck me as poignant and a wave of melancholy engulfed me.
In the past we preferred to believe you were invisible. That way we didn't have to acknowledge in disgust or guilt the fact that you were here. Whether in summer shine, or autumn chill, our faces remained turned away.
I picture the warmth of my home whilst letting my eyes surreptitiously examine your meagre belongings, heaped