Lost Words Of A Homeless Man
Once a wealthy man, now he has nothing
Lost Words Of A Homeless Man
He once wrote stories,
Words flowing like a stream,
Papers filled with heroes,
Chasing every dream.
But life took a turn,
And his words slipped away,
Now he sleeps on the pavement,
Where shadows come to stay.
Once filled with bright ideas,
Now lost in the cold,
He dreams of warm pages,
And tales yet untold.
With a worn-out blanket,
He counts the stars above,
A forgotten writer,
Once known for his love.
In the quiet of the night,
His heart carries the pain,
A story still waiting,
For the ink to flow again.
About the Creator
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Poetry has lived in me since childhood.
Ink spills the feelings words fear to say.
My poems heal, some haunt, all are pieces of me.
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