Cold Nights Sleeping In a Toilet Stall From My Collection Split Mind

Cold nights sleeping in a toilet stall A place of some sort of safety for rest My dirty bags make a pillow To shut my weary eyes is a blessing One or two hours is what I hope for My body is contorted all different ways Muddy boots are pressed against the broken door Oh, how can I have confidence, sleeping in a toilet stall? Why can’t I cry when my mind is so sad? Soon I hope to enter into dreamtime and Falll Escaping poverty for a little while I’m struggling to sleep with my belly so Empty Drunk and homeless is not an ideal Lifestyle The night is cold. My breath showing me that I’m still alive I read the graffiti on the wall. A real bedtime story Alone with my thoughts, shivering, but I survive I close my eyes. I’m safe and off the street Tomorrow is uncertain, like my next meal Cold nights in a toilet stall. My homeless retreat…