There was a time not so long ago,
when the roof disappeared from above my head.
I lost my way with no place to go,
and the future suddenly filled with dread.
I sit here as they pass on by,
maybe seen as some filthy pest.
People unwilling it seems to meet my eye,
as just merely another uninvited guest?
My place in society lost in one blink,
as they peruse shops wares.
As little by little my heart did sink,
for they have no interest in my cares.
As I ignore all who judge and moan,
for now these corners and doorways are my only home.
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Author:
Gregstarandgoff (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: It\\\'s fair to say I\\\'ve had some rough years, so am grateful to have this outlet for my thoughts. My partner and I were made homeless after approx six months of restarting my writing. I was so scared that it would happen again that I would only self publish my stories in two parts...part one done ASAP incase I couldn\\\'t finish in time so at least something was done. Now I look back to remind myself of a time to never relive, but fir inspiration for this poem sent in to \\\'The Pavement Magazine\\\'. This magazine helps homeless in London. We constructed a picture of the handwritten poem you can see on our Facebook page.
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This happens to many people nowadays and it should not as those with the power and the money to fix the problem do not care unless there is any money in it for themselves.
Good write Greg, I hope all is well now.
It is now (touch wood), thank you.
You are so right!
I have met so many people who have lived lives no one would believe but will never get to share. There is so much that needs to change.
A very well written poem, gives you the feeling of being in this scenario. I hope this poem shines the light on this issue of how homeless people have been treated. And I hope people would treat them with more compassion if they just try to imagine them selfs in there shoes.
Thank you.
I was homeless for about six months and remind myself of that time to ensure I keep things on track as never want to go back.
Its fair to say it still haunts me
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