A Funny Kind Of Sad.

• Anneka Mitchell, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2015

Kept in daily braces,
Daily chases, misplaces,
Of half forgotten, familiar places,
No disgraces.
Slowly sinking, slowly wasting,
A funny kind of sad,
Of worn out faces,
Worn out places,
Going nowhere, going nowhere.
Look through me, I can see,
Homeless outcasts, abandoned children,
Un-welcomed houses, un-welcomed hours.
No more races, places, cases, or traces, we see
105,000 people in Australia are
Homeless, I plea.
The worst things in life are free…