Homeless Emptiness

Forced into grumbling stomach and head throb It is dark cold emptiness all around first laid off and then dissmissed from the job It is a blight on all our light and sound The wrinkled hours on my both cheek sunken Driven out from two rented rooms, roaming Hope hearth home health heaven hell all broken For food morsels with dogs in the trash bin Fallen crumbled plundered you all despise One of our two children is now missing Wreckage breakage drainage in our void eyes Moans and groans around the serpent hissing With our pulverised waves and hungry soul We are struggling to get back into whole Vultures on our head and the end hems in Of your poem, O life, we’re still dreaming ____________________________________________ 23/10/2016