A Poem by Eddie Allen, Respite Client

Homeless

Homeless, living on the street, the agony, the shame,
Eating out of the garbage can, sleeping on benches, being in pain.

Homeless, I’m so tired, so very tired, where do I sleep?
On park benches, in abandoned buildings… Boy that’s really deep.

Homeless, being disrespected, being degraded, having no pride,
Hearing the whispers, the evil stares, always getting denied.

Homeless, in the rain, at winter time, where do I go?
Can I come in? I’m wet, I’m cold, I truly don’t know…

Homeless, bumming change, begging for anything all day,
Being homeless, reality check, most people are a paycheck away.

Homeless, being looked at like a monster, with a nasty frown,
Please help me, I need assistance, No, you get turned down.

Homeless, hungry, dirty, I’m sick, what do I do?
Try the hospital, get thrown out, no money, I can’t sue.

Homeless, no friends, no family, nowhere to stay,
I’m dying, so what, society stated, die today.

This poem is about the homeless, something you never want to be,
Homelessness effects everybody, this poem is really about me.