Homelessness: A Poem
By: Kerri Hastings
Quietly she lay upon a cold and dampened floor,
By: Kerri Hastings
Quietly she lay upon a cold and dampened floor,
And in this little house of hers, there is no ceiling, window or door,
A shiver runs down her spine as a cold wind soars through the night air,
She watches people passing by, with not a worry or a care.
Daylight brings a new day,
This girl can now be clearly seen,
Begging from passers by,
This girl is just fifteen,
What has brought her from her home?
To sleep in the night air,
Does she have a home?
And what there do they care?
No one seems to notice,
No one seems to see,
That this poor girl needs help,
But help where will that be?
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