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HOMELESS
Stranded on the road
Having nowhere to go,
His legs wandered a land unknown.
Strangers on the way,
Unwilling to help,
Scoffed and walked away.
Help! He cried out
But no one could hear him.
Maybe they did
But too busy to help someone like him;
Someone on the street,
Whose future, to them, is unreal.
Afraid he'll not bring a good end,
They scurried off into thin air as if he's the hell they fear.
Oh! What a life he found himself.
Moving from end to end, he looked for the one that shall house
and help him find himself.
Homeless he is as he realizes he's come to a close end;
No one is out there to help.
This is the story of that being on the street
The story of that being with no warmth of home.
Day: 035/100
#the100writingmarathon
© AM Odunayo
Having nowhere to go,
His legs wandered a land unknown.
Strangers on the way,
Unwilling to help,
Scoffed and walked away.
Help! He cried out
But no one could hear him.
Maybe they did
But too busy to help someone like him;
Someone on the street,
Whose future, to them, is unreal.
Afraid he'll not bring a good end,
They scurried off into thin air as if he's the hell they fear.
Oh! What a life he found himself.
Moving from end to end, he looked for the one that shall house
and help him find himself.
Homeless he is as he realizes he's come to a close end;
No one is out there to help.
This is the story of that being on the street
The story of that being with no warmth of home.
Day: 035/100
#the100writingmarathon
© AM Odunayo
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