Castle of Card

Cold, bitter rain stabbed against his cardboard;

his home melting into the concrete ground

and exposing him to our harsh God’s-wraith,

leaving him alone on the street’s hard floor.

Jeering bodies fly by the lonely man,

offering none but a disgusted look

like none you could ever learn from a book,

leaving this shattered soul without a plan.

As his cardboard cave tatters and tears away,

the man sheds no such bittered, sour tear

for he faces this same horror each day;

dark and frozen nights spent awake in fear,

wondering if this safe space he can stay.

Living with the ‘could’ that his end is near.


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