Homeless

On the corner of forgotten streets,

A soul drifts through the city's hum,

Invisible to everyone.

Concrete pillows for weary heads,

Stories etched in lines of grief,

Seeking solace, longing relief.

Worn shoes walk a path unknown,

Through alleyways, forever alone,

A symphony of silent cries,

Beneath the stars and empty skies.

Hope, a fragile, flickering flame,

In hearts that have no name,

Yet strength persists in every breath,

Defying odds, embracing death.

For in the margins, beauty hides,

In weathered smiles and tear-streaked eyes,

The homeless heart still dreams and strives,

A testament to unyielding lives.