Silent plea

In the alley's quiet embrace, a poet with no home, His verses filled with longing, in the streets he roams alone. He shares his words with passersby, a beacon in the dark, Yet in his heart, a storm rages, leaving a lasting mark. The kindness he extends to others, a gift of purest light, But deep within, he carries burdens, hidden from plain sight. His words speak of beauty and pain, of love and loss entwined, Yet in his own silent battles, makes love hard to find. With each line penned in solitude, a piece of him is laid bare, Hoping someone will listen, understanding his despair. In the echoes of the night, his tears silently start to fall, Yearning for a gentle touch, a comfort to heed his call. So let us not forget the homeless poet's silent plea, To be seen and heard, to find peace and to be free. For within his fragile heart, a masterpiece awaits to start, A soul in need of kindness, to mend and heal his broken heart.