Sleeping Rough

Life as a homeless person.

SLEEPING ROUGH.
(Life on the streets).

Another night, the bitter cold
Empty stomach and things unknown
As darkness falls the noises start
A snapping branch stops my heart

This concrete mattress I call my bed
A pillow absent I rest my head.
Hours pass ,now dawn approaches
One more night amid the roaches.

Mornings angst and prying eyes
A mother snickers, a baby cries
Breakfast absent the search begins
To hunt the trash and empty tins.

A meal betrayed spoiled by time
The maggots feed, where is mine?
Charity’s hand my saving grace
A meal provided and hope replaced

To plot my course, my daily chores
To beg for change by open doors.
A dollar here, a word to follow
Will this be enough?
Will I see tomorrow?

Days turn to night, the process repeats
This is the life, of those on the streets.
Society abandoned, vanity lost
This is the story,of those who sleep rough!