A Cold, Dark Night In Hollywood
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Homelessness impacts an entire community and most people.
There are little, lost islands of humanity,
That are afloat among a great sea of concrete.
As they gaze upon a ravaged horizon,
Where the shoreline seems far and obsolete.
With ship sails that point without direction,
They're left adrift to the waves content.
While floating along, almost care-free,
Simply navigating broken asphalt & cement.
This journey provides to many, a
Tragic wake disrupting any calm seen.
Making it difficult to find a firm landing,
With a safe harbor to offer new routine.
There's no doubt this exploration needs a
Better compass, that can lead to lost vessels found.
Where the voyage isn't infected by scurvy,
So these 'mariners' find refuge on solid ground.
Copyright © Timothy Mattson | Year Posted 2023
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