Trolls under bridges

People sneer in disgust

Ribs like crumbling ridges
Feeling rotten and covered in crust

Smells as old as the misunderstood

Stuck, sick, dirt trolls under bridges in their neighborhood

Servitude in allowance of them freely moving forward

Veterans of cold, hot asphalt, judged, while you move forward

City of angels, their faces like stone

Leaving silence for a pin, when all the troll asked was how have they been

Like patches on a soccer ball

Their many eyes watch growing despair

Tries to sweep its troll problem under the wings

Concealed dying care

To change or stick to unfortunate misfortune

They’re not trolls but humans stuck under mounds of neglect

Pain you fought so desperately to ignore

Do you regret it or still willing to forget it