The Gollum Syndrome

I see the downtrodden, smelly, grungy, muttering, and I hide,

Drifting slightly left or right on the sidewalk

Averting my eyes on the train

It’s all a form of hiding…

Rarely remembering there are people underneath

Those cloaks of dirt and grime.

People, just like us, but hurt

Shriveled, stuck in a downward spiral,

Spewing cruelty and foul words, or perhaps just a plea for food

Gollums: a shadow of what we could become…

Should the universe not treat us kindly.



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