Homeless
The tears flowed like rain drops
Lost I walk in this world alone
Dazed and confused I cannot think
What was, is now in the past
The link has been severed and broken
My tormented thoughts became more jumbled
The more I tired it seems the more I cried
Things turned wrong at every angle
It sat inside my thoughts
It tormented me each night and day
My nights became endless sleeps
My days became more depressed
I lost everything I once had
Now I am homeless in America.
3/30/13
note-- so many have become homeless in America. My thoughts go out to these folks who
once had so much and now are left with nothing. I was horrified to hear that some only get five dollars a day to eat. That is just awful. So much more needs to be done to feed people.
Copyright © Phyllis Babcock | Year Posted 2013
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