Concrete Bed
Hard, cold lonely,
the concrete as his bed,
loud, noisy scared,
the highway as his roof,
sky, pollution, air,
as his walls and protection,
newspaper, clothes, body,
as this warmth,
scraps, bits, starvation,
as his food,
blisters shroud his shoeless feet,
sores cover his hands,
hunger fills his stomach,
longing fills his soul,
sorrow fills his heart,
alone, in the dark world,
nothing, no one, thoughts his only companion,
homeless, wanders, nomad,
pondering on wether he will be alive to face tomorrow.
Edits: One morning I went on a run with my dad, I saw some people sleeping on the side of the road- I will have a post more detailed later. But it inspired me to write this. Its a typical thing to see here, and makes me thankful everyday for what I have. I wrote it about a year and a half ago.
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