A Soul Adrift

Sitting in the dark,
A single beam of light piercing the shroud,
Falling upon the pale features of a recluse,
Sealed away from society.

Kept in a social limbo,
Judged unsuitable for public viewing,
By those deemed better than him,
Judged so by themselves.

People surge by on a busy street,
Never aware of the figure in the dark,
Never noticing the shapes they tread upon,
Absorbed with their lives of relative opulence.

Joined in life by similar outcasts,
They stir to gaze at the clouded stars,
Shut their eyes,
And pray for tomorrow.