May 2021
No structure, no windows, no doors, no floors, no ceilings, no stairs , no roof, no walls, no foundation to my home, for I am left open & exposed.
An obscurity, figment of your imagination, insignificant to most, no time for sentiments, or acknowledgement, too caught up to even recognise the person staring back.
The invisible curtain rolls back, light appears, a continuation of noise fills the air, the hustle, and bustling of this crazy world echoes in my ear, the pangs of hunger fills my stomach, no food no water, no sustenance.
I may be homeless, desperate, and destitute....but I am still Human made from the masters hands like you
My home may not relate to what you possess, but please respect me, and respect my space.
© 2021 Carol Natasha Diviney
An obscurity, figment of your imagination, insignificant to most, no time for sentiments, or acknowledgement, too caught up to even recognise the person staring back.
The invisible curtain rolls back, light appears, a continuation of noise fills the air, the hustle, and bustling of this crazy world echoes in my ear, the pangs of hunger fills my stomach, no food no water, no sustenance.
I may be homeless, desperate, and destitute....but I am still Human made from the masters hands like you
My home may not relate to what you possess, but please respect me, and respect my space.
© 2021 Carol Natasha Diviney
Dedicated to the homeless people, facing a turbulent situation of being destitute in the world.
