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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