The Poet 174 Poet Blank verse

Desolate

My hands and feet are numb
for I am cold and I have no
home to give me warmth.
A home and warmth are two
things I search for that is why
people call me a bum.
I have not eaten but I have
prayed and my prayers have
not yet been answer for I have
not eaten in days.
So I'll just lay in my place of 
sleep and pray ones more as I
search for warmth,  for I have
found my home, The streets.

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Dorian Petersen Potter November 28, 2014 at 3:37 AM Well done Poet 174! Sadly is a fact all over the place a lot of poor homeless that live in the streets and face cold and even death especially at this cold time of the year. A 7 for me! :) Love and hugs! xxx D.

Muhammad Safa Thajudeen November 27, 2014 at 10:25 PM Very sad dear Poet.What to do,come to Sri Lanka.We will look after you well.Enjoyed reading.Regards. -Safa