Homeless (Holiness) Poem by Eric Cockrell
Homeless (Holiness)
Rating: ★3.5
new dawn....
same alleyway;
grey faceless buildings,
wet with morning.
one more cigarette,
thinking about coffee,
waiting on the mission doors
......to open.
kicking through the trash,
a rat runs off...
nowhere to go,
...nothing to do.
tighten my belt,
squint in the sunlight,
just thinking 'bout how,
gonna survive this day!
Monday, November 14, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: buildings
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8/29/2026 11:38:55 AM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
Another great poem, a position everyone could find themselves in. Great poem.