Cold air seeps through my thin clothes, trailing icy fingers down freezing skin, while I wrap goosebumped arms tighter in this city of a million souls.
Hunger tastes empty and metallic in my mouth as people pass by on the street, not looking down from their warm lives, pretending I'm not here.
Restaurants tease my stomach, with the smells floating from their kitchens while I sit solitarily, wondering where I will sleep tonight.
Tears trace my eyes as I watch a child hold their parent’s hands, their face full of hope, their dreams still alive.
Car horns sing melodies with air brakes while I long for someone to talk to, for someone to make me feel like I don't have to be, alone anymore.
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While It Lasts
“My next story will be about us” “I’ll impatiently wait for your new story‘s notification” There’s so much I could write about us, yet I don’t seem to find the words to express myself to you, to them. As short as the time we spent together, I learned your way. I saw you.
By Semra Laureen Hill Jean5 days ago in Poets
Comments (8)
i love this
Oh no this is tools sad 😢
THere is such a fatalistic sense of hopelessness here.
Omgggg, this was extremely heartwrenching! Loved your poem so much!
Will, you so beautifully captured a day in the life of a homeless person. I especially love how you painted it with such vivid sensory elements that also feel relatable!
This piece is moving, deeply touching.
This captured that perspective so well. Such longing evoked brilliantly through the senses.
Two things, there might be more, but hear me out. Love your updated profile lol. It's a quandry I am sure we all find ourselves in wondering about the benefits and drawbacks of the dreaded paywall. Secondly, this cuts deep. Really deep. I felt so bad for the narrator of the poem. Yet, I am just as likely to be one of the faceless people who just walks by them. Sad to admit that. It's sad that homeless is even a problem. Such a sensitive and well written piece, though, Will, you've been on fire with this challenge and this is just another amazing piece.