From the pit of my coldness
You burn me with acid-filled glares
Like I am nothing but garbage left to go stale
Out here I have no shelter from the rain.
I wander hungrily through familiar streets
Looking for somewhere to belong
I am labelled as a leper amongst the sick
For you do not want to see or hear my pain.
As I stand in the doorway of my despair
I watch the world from it’s shadows
I have become a phantom with no hope
For I have ran out of people to blame.
This poem depicts the stark cruelty of being homeless. So much morbid but brilliant imagery 'acid filled glares', 'garbage left to go stale' 'labelled a leper amongst the sick' and 'doorway of despair'. Others very often don't understand the hopeless depression the homeless feel as they wander aimlessly through day and night. Excellent work! 10
What a way to express being lost to feel despair in a world of poverty. Touching.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
every street person has a story to tell but few are willing to listen