Apr 2016
Haunted city streets,
Where the not yet dead,
Meet.
Comin' out at night.
Like zombies from the grave.
Haunted Eyes,
With no sight.
Haunted lives,
Enslaved.
Eyes that shed no life,
Look into black holes of death.
No mercy in their strife,
None 'till their last breath.
Haunted lives,
Living on the run.
Living on the street.
Haunted by the sun.
Haunted by the heat.
Living lies.
Haunted Eyes.
Bottle fed,
Needle led.
Living dead,
Have Haunted eyes.
Where the not yet dead,
Meet.
Comin' out at night.
Like zombies from the grave.
Haunted Eyes,
With no sight.
Haunted lives,
Enslaved.
Eyes that shed no life,
Look into black holes of death.
No mercy in their strife,
None 'till their last breath.
Haunted lives,
Living on the run.
Living on the street.
Haunted by the sun.
Haunted by the heat.
Living lies.
Haunted Eyes.
Bottle fed,
Needle led.
Living dead,
Have Haunted eyes.
Technically I was never homeless in that I had to sleep outside. Being a decent honest person I had decent honest friends. I did some couch surfing. But I was always employed and paid my way. I was close enough to the street to see the people who lived there. I could empathize with them.
(Northern California)
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