Monday, January 11, 2021

ACTIONS OF HOMELESSNESS


Thrown into a new world
Hurled into the hunger of many types
Cursed with poverty
Choked with tears of emptiness
Craved belonging to somewhere
Painful loneliness without hope
Pulsing fear of no change
Crushed dreams of yesterday
Crashing realization of homelessness
Rushing pain of hunger
Numbing memories fading away
Lost time and mistakes etched in stone.

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