A narrative Poetry on Homelessness and Resilience
Raging grief casts aside
my certainty, the nightmarish
dethroning of a lifetime.
I’m homeless and banished
to castaway-cluttered streets
where faith is nothing
more than the preferred
word to disguise my
anguish when confronted
with the torment of living
my darkest fears.
I’m surrounded by
dystopian dramas and
self-inflicted agony.
Street noise intensifies at
nightfall, trying to get
rest in this improvised
tent—my shredded
sleeping bag offers little
comfort against the bartered
cardboard boxes flattened
into a gravel plagued
asphalt bed.
Every dawn imputes
my dignity, earliest risers
are first in line to score
a handout breakfast, and
staking prime turf for
begging pocket change,
avoiding eye contact with
glaring scowls tacitly
offered by morning rush
passersby.
So unaware they're
never further than three
heartbeats from joining me.
The next moments, days, or
weeks are never at a distance.
The present circumstance is
only a prelude to my future
state—a scrap of cosmic
kismet will realign a
thousand of my destinies.
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