Homeless

No roof to cover the head,

No food to content the craving.

No bed to sleep on,

No quilt to pacify the shivering.

No shoulder to cry my heart out,

No hand to hold.

No one to ask

Whether I’m warm or cold.

No life to live,

No dreams to chase.

No mentor to guide

Or lineage to trace.

Homeless as I am

Await one’s grace

The kicks and scorns now

Are drills I have embraced

The dirt and stink

Have swallowed my scent

Years in distress and misery

I have spent

Whether I breathe or die

No one cares

My birth on this land too

Was an err.

When I die, the state

Would be such

My ugly bod no one

Would wish to touch

Pondering the end

Gives me chills

The raven would hog on to me

Until ‘I’ am split.