Homeless

By forgottenwish

eating squils and stick
feeling the  kick
whenever my eye balls itch
From having this hunger sitting in

Flossing my teath with yards
of infectouse barb wire.
Feeling the mire seeping in
only extinguished by furry of liquid fire

Makeing my bed up with style,
laying cordboard over
tattered construction tiles
feeling so viel while trying compile
a smile over this hostyle life stlye
driving me so senile

shoot up dream for a short while
wake up 3 days later head burst open
like a tiny films of paper, head trobing
putt it off till later....

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Copyright 2017 forgottenwish
Published on Saturday, November 25, 2017.     Filed under: "Depressed" and "Poetry"
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  • Just Dave On Saturday, November 25, 2017, Just Dave (448)By person wrote:

    I've been on the street 3 times but never for any great duration. I took the hustler route rather than the scrounging route. Both can be devastating. Great write. JD

  • A former member wrote: Ahh the procrastination at the end.. of putting it off until later. It's a deadly game to wait until the last minute.

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