A Chronicle of Homelessness
I was inspired to write this poem after moving to a city and witnessing the injustice of the numerous homeless individuals there.
I know you can see them;
A silent orchestra
fragmented
along your streets,
But you don't notice
their ripped faces,
enclosed by paper shells.
You don't notice
the blood of their cries flowing from their open wounds
and disappearing through the cracked concrete
of benefits.
I know you can see her,
pink and yellow and blue,
begging at her mother through a filter of stability and strain and status
for the metallic tinkle of pitiful, pretty pennies.
I know you can see her
sharing a smile as she discovers a lost soul
for an instant,
without knowing that the aria of her laugh is more valuable
than every metallic symphony on the superficial surface
of this muted earth.
About the Creator
Megan Angharad
I'm a 19 year old Welsh university student who loves writing about her passions: Wales, poetry, books, creative writing and music amongst other things. I hope that you enjoy reading my work as much as I enjoy writing it.
Cymru am byth!
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