Being homeless

The bite of the cold wind

As the rain soaks his wet clothes

The empty stomach

The desperate stare

The forlorn hope

The destitute life

The having nothing

The dry tears

The abuse from passers by

The daily continual fear

Not waking up one day

Maybe they feel this

A reason to cheer.

This is being homeless.

Via:Daily Prompt : Bite

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