Darkness creeps in my inner space as I shiver from the coldness in midsummer
I watchth in silence as someone empty trash; thinking that I haven’t ate
I rumble through with tears of hope to seek a morsel to curb my ache
I searchth fro shelter before the wake
I drift in and out to keep up
Now its light Grey before the sun
I rememberth I rose for work now to wake in fear of fate
I journey from post to post as I look upon the faces of hope
A shelter of humans graspering for hope but most is limited when poor and broke
I look around in dismay just to realize it might just be judgment day
I once had a job that left town then my world started tumblin down
No job, no money, no food, a shelter I no longer owned, not much of life left to burn
It became clear to me you see, that thing called poverty is now a part of me
