Homeless

It lights out but not for me,
I have no control over the electricity.

I bury my face into my hood
The only place I possibly could


The cold it bites,
especially during the night.
I wrap tightly in a sheet
My stomach craving meat
My body, yearning for heat.
It’s no joke living on the street.


Warmth is always a temporary feeling.
One that can be hard to find when you don’t have a ceiling.

Instead I lay beneath the blanket of stars.
Lullabied by the sound of cars.

Showers, refrigeration, or just a home cooked meal.
I long after such amenities with zeal.

But all of those are a source of dread, when you don’t have a roof over your head.

Everybody’s story and reasons are different.
But I assure you, none of them are deliberate.

No one wants to be here living in shame
Everyone plays the game
with a different aim.

No one wants to be living on the streets
Where rock bottom and the end of the road meet.

But it happens everyday,
people rise and fall in dismay.

How could this happen, how could this be?
I don’t look down upon thee,
Because I know tomorrow it could easily be me.