Kristie DeDecker


Homeless

All the cars flying by the streets so loud, and the sky so high
the silence of your inter self as you watch the world go round
with nothing to call home but the cloths in your hand.
The silence.....The silence,
your heart races fast, as you wonder what to do,
Looking at your kids 'wondering... How do I feed and shelter you? '
The Motel is so nasty that your scared to bathe, resting is hard because you have so many days;
The thought....
the scare....

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