Bradley Smith Poet Free verse

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…

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