SageDoyle

homeless 
when my feet touch the earth
I am never roamless
though nothing protects
the blistered soles
and the condolences
of my brothers and woes
with an empty belly
and horrid mind
I find the remorse
and search the divine
homeless
bittered and spit upon
disgraced by mankind
alone I sleep
on the piss splattered street
with a cup of pennies
and no words to speak
dying each day
in the wind and decay
praying my family
is better off than me
and not
homeless

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