Lovie Divine Poet Rhyme

Notes About The Poem

Note* There is a certain devastation when it comes to losing something so dear as one’s home. It has nothing, yet everything to do with the the structural house, but it also has to do with the inner structure as well. Whether done maliciously, or accidentally, the destruction of a man’s home or the loss thereof, leaves him in a state of shock and awe, by which it is very difficult if not virtually impossible, except by a miracle intervention of God, to recover.

Homeless

HOMELESS 

Every sentiment gradually or suddenly gone,
Smells in the kitchen, that graced the home,
Every precious little treasure, given great care, 
All that once was, no longer there.

Like a boulder a victim of circumstance,
tragically beholding the loss at first glance.
At the stake of a man’s pride and dignity,
A blow below the belt, and cut down at the knee,

Who knew that all that there was, was at stake,
For the right, for the wrong, to selfishly take,
The walk out the door and down the street,
Aimless existence, the bittersweet.

Sentencing now done, a living suicide,
The living dead to the world, just trying to survive,
Restore to the man a reason to be, 
More than just existing, another day to see,

In a car, on a bench, under a tree... 
Whatever the reason, however it happened; homeless.

♡Like0

Share Poem

---

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment