As a ghost
or a forgotten spirit,
I walk the streets with no face
and no identity–
looking only for a warm smile
and a doorway
in which to sleep.
Dreamless–for those are but shadows
of the past;
and, like, me–
homeless and with no place to rest.
Lonely Street In Twilight: A Haiku
This poem is so present and raw. Really feeling it. Thank you. Sending you love and hugs.
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