Closer now, to the concrete,
Closer to the day I’ll be thrown out, on the street
Closer to the company of indigent creeps

Closer now, to the lord I must pray
Not today oh please not today
So close to self defeat, my thinning belief
Malnourished within retreats

Losing my mind, my will, and urge
to even eat,
Still, I carry on, bury that dread
a tiny voice so close in my ear
Fed by my self doubt & fear
Telling me I’m meant to be, belonging there
Walking in my sleep—a life of the least
Almost human, flotsam freak, jetsam weak

Closer to the ****** creeps out there
Continue to pray…
That someday the world will notice
Finally know me, see me, love me
Learn my name, in his name I’ll pray,
For my soul to keep

Closer to homelessness, I’m ashamed to speak
But for now—on a stranger’s couch I find sleep
Better than the dreaded bed
Of cold concrete streets,
It’s stench of **** and ****…

Thank goodness for today, for this,
Amen.
For a hopeless, helpless man,
Amen.


(Please God please, have pity
Shed your light on me—a nobody,
begging you, please.
I am ready.)