Being Made Homeless Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Totally mangled by life's ingratitude, fluctuating on
whims of derisive folly.

Lacking fortitude, emptied of all dignity and self-
esteem, tossed upon barren shores made by slumlords.

A preliminary existence fading from sight and being,
falling upon brambled knees, looking forward to death's beginning stances of equality.

No untoward glances from eternity's horizon, limiting existence from despair and insecurity.

Shells of being, emptied forever in tight-knit closets
of unrepenting furor, desperately caving in towards a
mind twisted with collective knots, unrelenting to ends
of earth's unforgiving natures.

Homeless, in an agonizing melody of hopeless despondency, taking life - folding it - between outstretched hands,
turning from society, alone on life's bridle path - no
where to go or live in the United States of America.