DAY 12 #POEMADAY: The Light

THE LIGHT
The cold nights are back.
Winter approaches.
2 years of homelessness.
I'm still not used to this.
I rummage the streets.
Looking for something to eat or drink.
2 years ago.
I never knew my life would sink.
Family and friends.
To them I'm dead.
All I need is some warmth.
I need a bed.
Sitting at the side of the streets.
That's all I do.
Wishing for some help.
You'll help me. Wont you?
I hold a sign.
'Money, food or drink please'
I have to beg them.
I'm down on my knees.
I don't know how long I'll survive.
Each breath is precious.
Every night.
I toss and turn restless.
My bed? It's a piece of cardboard.
My pillows? I have none.
Everything I cherished and loved.
It's all gone.
A sandwich every other day.
If I'm lucky enough.
But I guess there's nothing I can do.
I guess it's just tough.
People glare at me.
Disgust painted across their face.
I didn't ask for this.
A new world. A new place.
This isn't what I wanted.
Nobody wants this.
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