Someone You Used To Know

Daylight fades, as day is done
A city pulsates out of breath
Headlights duel upon the streets
and I am like the kiss of death
to those who scurry home to eat
They pass me by, on rapid feet
heading to some cozy nest

And I must seek a place to rest

People in the crosswalk pass
with eyes that look the other way
and will not meet my own
They have important things to do
A class to take, a call to make
a meal to cook, a TV show or two

Like squirrels they scatter here and there
It seems the world is on a run
Shrill trumpets of a gale force wind
rattle doors I can't go in
Old news print flies into my face
I hardly feel each new disgrace
I swat away, and brace for more
distrust they have embraced

They see me with such wary eyes
If only they could see my heart
Not long ago I had a dream
A part of something good, it seemed.  
I had a life, I had a home
Until it fell apart......
And hard times I have known

By circumstance the fates could be
me who hurries home to see 
a family waiting, a table spread
a place to rest my weary head.

Oh, is it just too much to ask
Please look at me, just one true glance
and see that I am just like you
Someone that you used to know


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Contest: Being Homeless
Sponsor: The Seeker
10/26/16
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Reyes Avatar
April 30, 2017 at 10:57 AM
I share deep empathy for the homeless. Enjoyed reading this Carrie.
Yvonne Avatar
November 6, 2016 at 7:18 AM
I have a great deal of empathy for the homeless. Thank you for these words. A Fav.
Poet Avatar
November 5, 2016 at 12:02 PM
Lovely but sad poem Carrie.Enjoyed your poem.
Haight Avatar
October 28, 2016 at 7:21 PM
Such a deep and emotional write expressing this sad circumstance, that could happen to anyone. Congratulations on your fine placement in the contest. Hugs, Sandra
Krampe Avatar
October 27, 2016 at 12:19 PM
Congrats on your win, Carrie. You're so right. Agnes
Nusker Avatar
October 27, 2016 at 8:17 AM
Congratulations on your win with this wonderful poem, Carrie.
Teagan Avatar
October 26, 2016 at 11:33 PM
This is really good, Carrie. It could be anyone. Congratulations on your placement.
White Avatar
October 26, 2016 at 11:05 PM
It is so true, so painfully true. Congratulations!
Onclaud Avatar
October 26, 2016 at 9:59 PM
so vividly and painfully crafted... you poured your heart into this beautiful piece, carrie.... my warmest congrats, wow!..huggs
Dietrich Avatar
October 26, 2016 at 8:31 PM
wow, Carrie this is fantastic. Usually you write more serious stuff with free verse, but this is high quality rhyming the way you get your message across. I love it. Congrats
Bauer Avatar
October 26, 2016 at 7:22 PM
carrie, this is heartbreaking and very powerfully written. i love all the "scatter" and "scurry" images - i was able to picture the whole end-of-day commuter scene perfectly and the yearning and sadness in the homeless person observing it all. this deserves a top spot in the contest...
Turner Avatar
October 26, 2016 at 4:08 PM
That's right Mrs Carrie. Nobody grows up saying, "I want to be a homeless person" It can easily happen to anyone. Very poignant write.
Troutman Avatar
October 26, 2016 at 4:07 PM
Very nice write, I enjoyed this !
P  Avatar
October 26, 2016 at 3:15 PM
Very affecting Carrie, yes, most people will avoid eye-contact, it's a crying shame. Good luck...head's up 'psss' did you mean pass? Also reminded me of that song by Gotye - Somebody That I Used To Know
P  Avatar
October 27, 2016 at 5:46 AM
You're a winner, congrats! :)
Richards Avatar
October 26, 2016 at 3:19 PM
Thank you for being an "extra eye"...and catching my slip, Paloma !! Thanks so much for stopping by ! :)
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