This Isn'T Home! Poem by can colyn

The clock ticks faster as night fall approaches
And extremely slow once it’s dark and cold
It’s that time everyone thinks about one thing, home
The rush is evident as traffic flows by
Lights turn out as people leave offices
And there he stands out on the dark streets
With no one to turn or run to
He keeps wondering each day going by
Whether his lucky or unlucky to be alive

It feels like he just fell a million miles from home
An alien of sorts living on planet earth
Nobody ever seems to see he exists
His never known what love is
Everyday looks the same in his world
because when he looks north, south, east or west
He wonders why everyone treats him like a stranger
In the only place his known as home
May be this place isn’t home
May be he will taken away from this hell hole

His world is full of broken dreams
Dreaming of a better tomorrow is like a nightmare
because all he sees lying down are dark shadows
his like an insignificant soul wondering the earth
no one ever notices when his gone
he hears people go to hell when they die
but living this life here is hell itself
so what's a day without caring for someone?