Lonely

Blistering days on infused nights
the dank and mirky streets aside.
Splintered paper wrapped over my head
to dash the cold, encrusted through my soul.
Daring the pangs for hunger and thirst
my mind spinning out of control.
No sleep, or is it just that I cannot cry out?
my throat is so dry, there's nothing to say.
Where did I come from?
How did I get here?
No one wants to listen or help.
I'm confused with fear.
No drugs or alcohol have passed my lips here.
I'd like to go back home now,
But there's no home I can find.
Without this bitter punishment
It gives me peace of mind.
To stay on this cold but stoney path
I'm calling this my home.
There's lots of people out there
living like me alone.