Living on the street at Christmas.....

Sit back and listen up

I didn’t choose this life, I just gave up

You can ignore me and walk on by

But if you talk to me don’t listen to reply

Stereotype me all that you will

But remember You have no idea how I feel

You offer food but refuse to donate money

Because you assume it’s going to be spent on booze or Afghan honey

I speak five languages and am multi skilled

A country I once served, a veteran of my field

Now I’m sat in doorways piss wet through

My fingers and toes turning blue

A sleeping bag, A tent

Just me, my thoughts and no where to vent

You think I sit here trying to find a vein

Truth is I’m broken and going insane

I ain’t blaming anyone for my situation

Just this Christmas I wanna break the stigma and reputation

We are not thieves with addictions

Ending up on the streets wasn’t our childhood predictions

Some just taylor ways to fight the demons and cope

To block it all out and find a little hope.

L.Bowman