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20 July " Without Residence" Homeless without residence, but with plenty of friends
I wonder how many of them would step over me,
on their way to get milk and bread.
Empty promises fill my life, shadows move me
So, without my knowing to dangle by a thread.
...Fearfull I am of losing what I've known
And more over, of what will be replacing it.
I peirce myself upon the tender hook, found residing at the end
And begin waiting with baited breath.
Drops of water from the sky rain in my mind.
Bringing a change of atmosphere to me.
And setting a blaze my imagination,
To Race like a runner for the finish line.
...Still I move by way of shadows, feeling only the vastness of it all
A manson emptied of it's contents, all the more uncomfortable.
Homeless, no place to go... Bouns, a plate of food.
I have imagined before, what a tragity my life would have to be
To find myself nowhere, with no place to sleep.
It doesn't feel as bad as all that though.
Empty dreams move me through the shadows, which shackel my fears to my life.
For the moment dreams will do fine, welcomed as the most gental touch to contact me.
--AS '07 Comments (1)
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