"Life in the Big City as seen through the eyes of a Homeless Person"
The sun is so hot today.
I can feel the beads of sweat form upon my face,
As I try to make my way out of this rat race.
There is no finish line; I am not out to win.
I’m just trying to get back on my feet again.
But people are so unkind.
They don’t think I can do anything, even as I talk to them.
I’ve been walking all day; I am so tired.
I could end this charade if only I heard two words: “You’re hired.”
The air is so cold tonight.
As the wind whips across my face,
I try to think of a way out of this place.
I wish I had some money, some food, some clothes.
I wish I had some place to go.
But I am chased from everywhere I try to hide,
By those who tell me sanctuary is not mine to keep.
If only they could see the human soul in me,
I would have a place warm and dry—to sleep.
Poem submission by planetanarchy