HOMELESS

It is morning.

I’m still alive.

One more chance

To escape this.

I remember, vaguely,

Being accepted

By society—now,

Doors are closed.

Everyone turns away.

Whatever I do,

It’s rejected.

My skin reeks of fear,

I am wet

With the perspiration

Of despair.

Tell, if you know,

Am I already

Condemned?

I’m still me,

Here, inside—

Can’t you see?

Unless you help,

I shall remain

Without a home.

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