Homeless

myself and me

Sitting on the cold concrete step

In front of an abandoned building

The worn-out olive bag

Stuffed with all his belongings

 

Between the two stiff fingers

Clutching a cigarette butt

Under the Messy hair

Reveal an emotionless face

Through the hollow eyes

Glimpse the shrivel heart

Wrapped with hopelessness

 

An alien lost in an unknown world

Don't know where he belongs to

 

Where will you hide from the storm

When will you have your next food 

Where will you get clean water

How will you survive the frozen winter

 

Shall one day

The Sun warm your heart up

Finding you the path

Back to home

 

  • Author: myself and me (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 14th, 2017 20:11
  • Comment from author about the poem: Saw this homeless person, can not erase his image, my heart felt heavy. Why, what and how?
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments5

  • FredPeyer

    mam, this is so well written, one can practically see that person. Homelessness is getting to be a bigger and bigger problem, and nobody seems to know how to handle it.
    I did write a poem about it too back on July 11th, titled: Fuck this life, you might want to check it out.

    • myself and me

      I read yours and love your writing. We could not solve this big social problem, but we could help one a time or simply buy them a meal. I am thinking to bring a warm breakfast for him, it won't help much but, at least he does get something to each in the morning.

      • Michael Edwards

        Really enjoyed this engaging write as it's also something close to my heart and by coincidence I've written a short work about it which I'll post in a couple of days.

      • 4 more comments

      • Goldfinch60

        Very good write, there seem to be so many people in this place and those who can help just do not care.

      • Alf W

        Your poem tells a vivid story and I could see the person of whom you were writing. When we go into town we see the same, often (but not always) seeking to sell "The Big Issue" magazine to stay alive. Your vivid poem has brought all these images back to me. Who will help them, but us! Thank you for a very inspiring poem.

        • myself and me

          Thank you for stopping by and read the piece.

        • WL Schuett

          Timely and thought provoking well done

        • Alex Arnot

          Such sorrow that also hides a horror! Very impactful and thought provoking!



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