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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