Homeless, without a place to call home
On the cold and lonely streets, I roam
No roof over my head, no bed to rest my weary bones
My heart heavy with grief, my soul stripped to its bare bones
I am but a forgotten soul
A victim of society's harsh toll
Lost in a sea of poverty and despair
My life reduced to nothing but a constant nightmare
I wander the streets, invisible to all
My cries for help, unheard as I fall
Through the cracks of a heartless world
Where the rich keep getting richer, and the poor left to unfurl
The bitter cold pierces through my tattered clothes
As I shiver in the darkness, no warmth to hold
No one to turn to, no one to care
Just a lonely and desolate soul, stripped of all its flair
I see the glimmering lights of the city's skyline
A cruel reminder of a life once mine
But now, all that's left is a broken dream
As I search for shelter, in this never-ending stream
I am homeless, with nowhere to go
No one to offer me a helping hand, no one to show
That beneath these layers of dirt and pain
There's still a human, with a heart that's been slain
But I soldier on, in this endless fight
Against the odds, I hold on tight
To the hope that someday, things will change
And the homeless too, will have a place to call their own range
But until then, I'll roam these streets
A forgotten soul, with nothing but defeat
For I am homeless, a victim of society's plight
Living a life of grief and desolation, with no end in sight.

Authorship by Mr. Dashaun Rashod Snipes
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