Homeless Poem by Sharon Wiebe

Shirt is torn, hole in shoe
tin can by my side with a coin or two
people look but they don't care
nothing can match the pain im in

Cardboard box, greasy hair
i feel as if im trapped ina dreadful lair
the darkness is closing in on me
Something about me inside hurts

Rags for clothes, dirty skin
can't believe the world im in
i try to hide this face of mine
but i can't hide my suffering

Thoart is dry, stomaches growling
i cry, people hear me silently howling
teardrops fall and shatter the moment
falling, falling on the bug infested ground

eyes are weak, heart is tender
i wish my life i could render
to whoever placed me here
being homeless is a living nightmare.