The Homeless Poem by ally gunther

The Homeless



A white sheet of paper blows off in the wind,
And slips by a face as blank as the paper,
Where has he gone?
What happened to his life?

Days bygone,
Lonely nights spent on the street,
All because he saw the black,
AND the white.
Saw the right,
And heard the wrong.

And too long-
Warm nights are gone in his mind,
Curled up by the fire of love,
And cast out in the chill of the wind,
The wind he can't control but try as he might,
It takes a fickle love,
Not some sort of prejudice,
The high and the mighty,
Great money tossed by his side,
But what good does it do?
To a feeble mind,
Lost by the sands of insanity long ago,

He curls up for the night,
The windshield his mind and the frostbite his pillow,
And as he breathes in the cool night air,
He longs for the hunger,
The consuming heat,
Lays his head on the sharp angles of the gravel beneath him,
And as he is knocked out by the ever-present tire,
Of his long and arduous life,
He breathes his final breath on that cold, winter night.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
I can relate this poem to those I have seen living on the streets- I seem to feel the tug of cold and the constant craving of the warmth emotionally...
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Joe Foster 10 May 2012

heartfelt. I like it. You can read some of mine if you want. I'd like the feedback so I can improve.

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