Desolation
Homeless, I am hunkered down
inside of a garbage bin.
And hailstones morph into rats
gnawing at my exposed skin.
Hunger claws at my stomach;
a pain that I've learned to bear.
And a putrid odor clings
to the dirty rags I wear.
Corrosive tears flow freely;
within my cocoon of shame.
And I keep my head hung low;
in self-pity and self-blame.
The sun has abandoned me;
to the darkness of the night.
And left me here all alone;
a neon sign for a light.
Sleep promises to save me;
yet it often fails to come.
And I'm lying here frightened;
both vulnerable and numb.
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