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Homelessness
Blurry faces.
Maybe the same situation.
Clothes torn and used
Donated thrown away
Sleeping in a box under the bridge
Begging for someone to allow us to come in
Snow reaching my inner thoughts
Freezing shivering cold
I just want to find my way home
A dollar here twenty five cents there
How did this happen to me?
I had it all a home to call my own
Food to put on my table
A bed of all my own
I see the clouds moving as they please
Digging in garbage cans for scraps
Some days some and most days none.
Washing my dirty clothes in the river.
Cops told me to keep moving
My box gets folded and creased
Pack up my 3 shirts, pair of jeans
Put them in my bag with holes
Okay officer Imma head home
Smile as I please scoping out my next stop
Thinking my journey has only just begun
Socks as mittens my bones dead cold
I stop to rest on a bench
Weary I lay, box under me bag on top
I close my eyes as the world passes me by.
My stomach aches for food
The tears escape before I realize I'm crying
This is my new home, I know I'm lying
I dream of a house warm with food
Apple pie fresh from the oven
A turkey just for my liking
a table decorated with all kinds of goodies
A family to laugh with, animals to hold.
My dream goes on for what seems like forever
I smile big, harsh reality makes my lips crack
I sit up on the bench hurting aching watching
Wishing for a place to belong, just be.
Imma head home, a journey into the unknown.
*LNS*
