I have no direction,
belong in no place.
Like a big pile of nothing,
just taking up space.
Passed by all who are moving,
with not even a stare.
Not one word is spoken,
cause nobody cares.
I'm not even seen,
has a man in a box.
Who has not a key,
cause he has not a lock.
If I scream its ignored,
if even heard.
So I keep to myself,
not a sound or a word.
Most thoughts I admit,
confuse even me.
If I had someplace to go,
thats where I'd be.
I once planned for the future,
but it didn't work out.
So I'm stuck in the past,
all that is present I doubt.
I'm all alone,
Ive no kids or a wife.
Puzzled by my existence,
and purpose in life.
If for you life is good,
thank GOD that its so.
That you don't have to live,
the life that I know.
saint cynosure ( Ken Bennight )
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/homeless-14/
