My day up town
I can feel the bitter breeze of the winter’s air.
My body is covered with goose bumps that layer my skin.
I have no money to eat.
so I search the bins.
People walk past and laugh but their so quick to judge.
but they
"Don’t know the life I’ve lived"
The days with my children I’ve missed!
I walk with ***** soaked clothes.
"this is the summer of the homeless and there sun kissed skin".
"please sir can you spare some change", he looks straight through me and replies "get a job!!
I fill with fire and rage!
From within I politely smile...
say "I am hungry" and shake my tin.
You all wonder why I look ill...."Or why I am so thin".
I am banging on the councils doors "please please let Me in" 15
was the age I last slept in a bed since.
I am now 25 I live a ***** life..
35 "no goals" "no Achievements". accomplished in my life.
So I overdose on drugs.
just to get off the streets the
thoughts in my head haunted through the night.
Surly morally this can’t be right.
"Enjoy your bed tonight!"
why I enjoy sleeping.... In needle filled bushes.
My mouth is dry, I'm hungry to but I need my fix or at least until or at least enough just make Shakes subside.
It's a possibility that drunks could attack me tonight!
What happen to the world’s leaders?
Putting the wrongs to rights.
"I have to keep on the move so I
don’t get moved on from the best spots". For me to make the money.
For what I am so desperate for!i
"So I remain out of sight"..
"enjoy your comfy bed tonight". I guess I’ll just sit outside salvation army being"
"Kept awake by my hunger pains"!
That eat me from inside as I close my eyes...."can I ask for just a minute"?
Until I die.
Dsmith
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