Homeless For A Week Poem by Nicholas Wayde Turner

I never knew how good I had until I lost it all.

Everything started happening all at once, and there was no way to stop it!

I lose my grandfather, my cars transmission goes out, then I lose my home.

I'm too afraid to tell anyone I messed up.

The fear of their reaction is worse than being out on the streets.

I wouldn't be able to handle the look of disappointment.

I've always been the golden one until now.

I've always been the one with the best common since, but not anymore.

Now I'm lying, telling everyone that I'm ok, but in reality, I'm falling fast.

Not getting a wink of sleep.

Taking little cat naps on the side of the street in the middle of the night.

Why did I let it get this far?

Why am I so scared to tell the truth?

I know why...but he doesn't!