Homeless

• Lilyanne Kirkegaard , Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2022

Sleeping on a chair in a lonely night.
It is raining, perhaps its pouring.
My mind is spinning, what if…
Gunshots, sirens, screaming.
The tears of their loved ones.
But here I am, alone,
watching the streetlamps flicker and slowly die down, to nothing.
Soon that may be me, falling asleep and, well,
Staying that way.
But nobody seems to care, some pretending not to see me.
Only a few even help.
My hat filling with water rather than spare change.
Rodents eating my food scraps as I sleep.
Sun rises, and here I am getting my breakfast, from the garbage.
Drinking only the small portions of water I can catch in my hat.
We need to spread awareness for those in need.