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Homeless and Cold

Poetry By: tomwaldron

A poem based on my experiences of homelessness

Submitted:Dec 26, 2009    Reads: 199    Comments: 7    Likes: 3   

Homeless and Cold
Sitting in a train station with empty seats beside me,
I sink my head to the floor and my eyes see nothing,
My breath reflects the waste you threw away;
The fuel of my unwanted and "inferior" existence,
Today I found these sturdy old boots,
Thrown away in a skip of rejection,
Oh how my toes will be warm tonight!
"The ice is so beautiful" I hear them say,
As they blow into their gloves,
Steam rising from their heavy coats,
But ice is my dark enemy,
It bites and numbs my face,
Stalking my cover,
It allies the wind and rages battle.
In desperation I ask for spare change,
Frowns fall over suits and briefcases,
"You're a loser"…"get a job" I hear.
Life may have dealt them the better cards,
But they will never understand life as I do,
Oh try to put yourself in my shoes for one day,
Experience the truth and show me your strength,
Take off that coat and live my life for just a day,
Show me your naked truth,
And then compare yourself to me.


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