Cold is the night
On this a moon lit night.
Condensation on windows
No sleep this night
As aching bones
And bronchial disease
The need instead
Survive the night.
Damp are the clothes
Soiled of days
Discarded the many
Once neatly packed
Change of clothing, plus one towel
My cleanliness, is brief
As a mud soaked floor
And a shower of 50pence
Deprives me of all status
As Homeless, here you can find.
Days of cold and rain
Frequent of these British Isles
No place to dry
As the nights become longer
The urgency is apparent
Need to survive.
Viewed with suspicion
No friends in sight
Stench of damp clothing
This is my plight.
Black are the clouds
Of another rain filled sky
Black is the depression
That now soaks my eyes.
Gaze upon a moon lit night
From the comfort of your home
Think not of the homeless
Brothers and sisters
Cold is the night
They must endure the plight.
Stale bread and water
My diet of the night
Is this life?
You have status
Remember, so too
Once, had ‘I’.
By
Preobrazhenskii ©2011
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