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.