Sheltered but Alone
Dawn has barely risen above the baren trees across the street, only the few golden leaves tip of the trees my eyes can see..
No noise I hear, warm furnace blows silently, warm and dry are my family…. My stomach yearns for food, yet here I sit, staring out to the early morning ground.
Walls, roof over our heads, clothes upon our backs, give thanks to God, yet no happy thoughts I feel, for I feel like the unsheltered upon the streets, covered in cardboard boxes as their house, my blessings I have but no glory I feel, money, education, pressure to succeed, be the next best employee, will it ever end?
People young and old, grandpas, sons, daughters, the forgotten, unheard, to the streets they trod, what was their mistakes they made, who unheard them. I have the necessities yet….. I see, feel their souls crushed, cold like a Bitter November wind,, piercing through a warm winter rain. Drugs, alcohol soothe their hardened souls, friends family have turned their evil eye to their needs.
Sheltered yet alone, my heart hurts for those who are bundled up in what ever their lost souls can find, “Friends have come, gone, no amount of money can replace my aching soul, my eye I turn to them, “What right do I have to live in comfort”?
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