Back against cold,
Cardboard on the stone
This church vestibule
For now I call home
Flyers for playgroup,
A.A meeting tonight
Drama society,
Normal town life,
I had all this once
Friends, house and a car
It’s amazing how fast,
it can all fall apart
A bout of Depression
Off work,
Then no pay
Then the repo men come,
And they take it away.
When everything’s gone
And your left with the streets
Your home is an alley
Behind bins
In a field
You’re treated like garbage
Spat on
And kicked
Moved on by police
If your begging,
your nicked!
Food is in banks
Your shops are in bins
Or you can turn tricks
For a place out of the wind
Others like me,
when I lost my world
Were the ones I must Thank,
as they helped me, help myself.
Inspired by @vsspoem twitter prompt for 29th October 2019
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