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Darkness brings a cold chill
To those without a home
Huddled under concrete eves
They seek shelter till the dawn
Friendless faces cross their path
With haunting eyes they scorn
Seldom giving comfort
To the lonely and forlorn
The homeless have their history
The blame is often born
From riches lost or tragedies
Through no fault of their own
The days are long and lonely
The help they need is scarce
The begging feeds their stomachs
But does nothing for their fears
The pain they feel from illness
Is something that they bare
But the fate they fear is loneliness
Rejection and despair.
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How we observe and how we reflect.
The observations and reflections of a traveller in a foreign land.
The facades of a perfect home.
This peom is about a woman in my life, who is suppose to be there for me but is not.
Dreams, desires, id and ego.