The Homeless

Cold hands, shaky breaths Sir, do you shiver at night? Sad smiles from passer-bys Your dull eyes used to have light But now you wish you were just blind Demons in your head Your bruises still red Ma'am, what happened to your bed? Ripped clothes, dry throats These roads aren't just roads These stains on the streets Aren't just stains anymore Kid, do you feel your heart crumbling? Because there are people out there Who don't have four walls they can call home Kid, do you think they deserve this? Because I definitely don't. May, 2015. M.K.