A Homeless Millionaire Poem by Nick Kler

They call me
A homeless millionaire
Been trying all of my life
To get a home I can call mine
But I always end up
With four walls
and invalidated time
Empty hopes,
diminishing dreams
Nothing feels homely
Nothing here is mine

I have gathered up
everything
My mind could ever ask for
But there's nothing for my heart
It's been empty from the start
Cause It always knew the truth
I don't have the resources
For what it really wants
It knows,
I am truly homeless