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.
mmmm that's so real amazing delineating of a truth we see every day not caring for the suffering of these homeless thank u for such gr8 lines :)
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Superb poem concerning a sensitive subject.. You have infused life in the words... they do penetrate within, manipulating my senses. Thanks.