Beginning.
Lonely black spaces engulf his mind,
Caverns of dark breed shivering fear.
Phantoms from terrors of past arise
Whispering taunts of despair in his ear.
Wary of mem'ries he holds back sleep.
Shop-door dreaming he tries to evade
Minutes to midnight he spills hot tears
Knowing the next day will be the same.
Homeless and chilled he covers his head
Tomorrow will see him beginning to beg.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Numbers of young homeless are daily growing, Lives will be lost without aid and action.
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A true write Fay.
I say a short prayer in passing such folk. What else to do? I've not the resources to give them shelter, etc.
Yes there are growing numbers of young ones who have no home - -shame on our society who should have adequate resources.
This picture makes your heart bleed. How have we come to the point where homelessness becomes just a part of our society. I used to carry a blessings bag in the car, with a little money and some supplies, for those who I encountered at intersections essentially begging. Our county government has now banned soliciting from those in need. Your poem rings oh so true, especially at this time of the year. It should bother our collective conscience. A good and powerful write my caring friend.
Thank you Bella - - -- I have long felt we all need to become more aware of those youngsters who often through no fault of their own end up homeless.
A symptom of a sick system...
Aid - yes; action - yes.
What form should this action take?
An important and relevant post Fay, many thanks.
Thank you Dave.
It a sad and lonely world out there,when you have nobody to care about you,but there is,the Lord always cares and loves and is always there,for those who cry out to him in earnest,and the saddest thing,is that not many people believe that He is the way,great piece,Fay Slimm
The true numbers of such folk are never going to be published Fay .. most local authorities are required to do a formal & organised head count but whether by accident or design, they never and I do mean never look in the right places .. I have undertaken my own head counts on the very same nights and have invariably counted well over a hundred individuals rough sleeping (I dont mean sofa surfing) whereas the council has occasionally counted eight or nine .. By the way, those last two lines of yours are probably some of the truest, hard hitting and real I have read in a long time ....... x
The shame of even one youngster remaining homeless through uncaring indifference should haunt us all and the authorities especially who do not even head count properly - - - thanks Nev. for your input to my small piece on the heart-breakingly awful conditions for so many young people.......x
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