It has been a while since I left that awful life The freezing cold, the sweaty hot, being lost in time The isolation, the loneliness, am I not even of this earth? Will my life ever have meaning? What will it ever be worth? I had not bathed myself in so many, many months My clothing was so filthy, man I surely must have stunk Everything I owned in the world was within my very reach This life I had not chosen had completely taken over me. Terrible fears plagued me, would I lose my little spot? No one must know I’m living here, absolutely not I had to hide my life from the world, of which I was not a part This whole life I was living was hurting me a lot. It took so many years before I landed on my feet Still could I walk among the world? Was I really free? Yes, I guess I have a home I can almost call my own But even though, it is all still, so very bitter sweet. So now I do have a home but there is little change in me I still have the homeless habits, that homeless mentality I think I will, in some way, always feel I’m still on the street Do other former homeless people feel the same as me? So if you know me now, if you see the same clothing day to day For some reason It is difficult to even want to bathe And I worry about tomorrow, If I still will have a home Please know I am trying, it is hard to change this homeless way.
Posted on: Fri, 07 Jun 2013 09:04:55 +0000
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