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homelessness by Victoria Marie Pecsenye
as i sat waiting by the phone
wishing you would call me home
i realized after many days
that i carried
it was not attached to anything
no cord
no plug
no wall for it to ring..
no home..
left out in line
waiting for your food when it’s time
hope they don’t run out
some fights may break out
clothes tattered
inside i’m twisted and torn
look at me the tears begin to fall
some man yelling i have to be reborn
trying to find somewhere to sleep
don’t tell me i’m just depressed
no look at this mess
everyone left out in the street
waiting for a phone to ring
wake me up
this is not happening to me
can it be just a bad dream?
of homelessness
Victoria Marie Pecsenye
excellent poem and message..
very good write Victoria
Beautifully done Victoria, and I can feel the pain of the girl being put out on the street, and abandoned by the ones that are suppose to be her protectors.
Way to go Victoria, Homelessness is a bad dream.