Light golden streams through broken windows
dust dancing on the rays illuminating broken furniture and broken man
He stirs from dreams dark and lucid with eyes hollow
And reaches, smile fading, for what is long lost
while through his fingers glittering hope slips and drips
spiralling downwards and gurgling away
until aching, shaking, breaking he rises
and stumbles, stomach rumbling
and so another day begins cup in hand and faithful dog in tow
hoping perhaps tomorrow will be different
Sad. We have homeless folks living all year around under the expressways in and around the City of Detroit. Doesn’t say much for the City of Detroit does it?
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Touching, liked it.
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Very well written piece about a problem our countries have 😟
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We all seem to be writing about this lately. How sad we have to even venture down this path. Beautifully written, Michael.
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Think.it’s a problem.for us all sadly
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Funny that isnt it. Thanks D:)
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Right in the feels. I like the way your presented the problem. Striking.
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Cheers pal as ever thanks for reading me
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Beautiful poem, Michael. It’s very heartfelt. It makes me think of the problems of homelessness in America.
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Yes it is.
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Cheers J thanks for popping by. Think its A problem everywhere sadly n surely avoidable
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Brilliant write… if only there was an easy solution.
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Sadly not L
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