Nights Of Sleeplessness, Thoughts Of Hopelessness.
Bleak Dark Cold Nights, Taking Shelter Under Bright Street Lights.
Days Are Dragging Slowly Along, Where Upon This Planet Do I Belong.
Eyes Are Weary, Tears Begin To Flow, Heart Feels Glad When I Hear A Hello.
Shallow Dwellings, Overwhelmed Feelings Of Finding A Bed.
Stomach Is Aching, Wishing To The Point Accomodation Will Commence.
Life Is Advancing, While This Circumstance Is Feeling Like A Consequence.
Stuck in A Broken System, While All I Want To Do Is Free Myself.
I Sit Upon a Lonely Shelf, Views Of Life's Surroundings Governments Oppressed By Wordly Wealth.
Muddy Health From A Life Of Empty Promises.

Inside A Homeless Mind, Their Wishes Are Hugs And Kisses.
© Shaun Ginty