Force of Circumstance

On his face a look of dismay.
He exists in his own world.
Great depression bubbled up,
Fires of depression fulfill the laws of his existence.
He is not only afraid
But also ashamed.

There are no tricks in his pockets
or things up his sleeves.
He alternates between dark narrow alleys.
The general public denounces him;
What they make him out to be.
There is only shouting and confusion
With fists shaking.

His crimes against humanity;
A life of partying, drugs and running the streets.
Force of circumstance;
So they say without compassion.
They will take the lent from his pockets
To pay for his crimes.

To escape from his trap,
He acts without logic.
One brutal-cold night,
At some apartments,
at the rear of the building;
Breaks into a strangers home
While the stranger is there;
Dies in the ambulance.