2 - I Am Different... I Am Homeless. Poem by Luke Hawkins

2. Poor view: 2nd in my collection
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“Home is where the heart is”, the
streets beat loudly.
Wrapped loose in my black and white fort – once read.
My home, for now.
It’s winter here, all year round.

We cannot see eye to eye
you and I.
The printed curtain separates and
judgements divide.
Why am I so different? Am I alive?

Hid inside the comfiest angles, protected
by the cleanest stone, you know I’m here…
Eyes hit the floor; you still see the problem!
Clench your pockets; no sign of your gift!
Just walk on by and drift.
Not a penny!
To buy out poverty – a chance
to be like you.
View my loneliness, vultures fly high,
I scavenge low.
This separation – an empty world I know.
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A small poem written by me.
© 2010