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…
Copyright © Bradley Smith | Year Posted 2022
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