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.
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