The Traveler without a Steady Home

The Traveler without a Steady Home

A Poem by jane7z

Dirty, frail

no family

They don't go in from play at night

They have no safe place to lay their heads

Human scarecrows

people avoid them

ignore them

avert their eyes

Under the clothes and the hunger is a heart that beats

just like those who have a warm soft bed

Has dreams if they haven't all died

© 2013 jane7z


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Added on December 6, 2013
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jane7z
jane7z

Denver, CO



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I enjoy writing especially poetry as it allows to express the essence of who I am and my experiences in a very creative way whether it's considered "good" or "bad." In the last years of writing I have.. more..