In these forgotten streets I roam,
No pillow, just cardboard, my makeshift home.
City lights never sleep, but I do,
I'm the secret society never knew.
Concrete pillars, silent witnesses to my tale,
Dreams linger, like a ghostly trail.
My alley canvas, my sleeping spot,
Where hunger and hope mix a lot.
The weight of disdain on my back,
Echoes of a silent pain, no track.
Yet, in my eyes, resilience gleams,
A spirit unbroken, woven through dreams.
In the city's dance, I find my place,
Amongst the refuse, a hidden grace.
I'm more than the dirt on my cloak,
A symphony rising from the broke.
The city's heartbeat, a distant sound,
For me, it's bittersweet, all around.
Alleyways where dreams unfold,
I'm a phoenix, rising from the cold.
Through society's cracks, I persist,
An artist painting shadows, twist by twist.
In the dance of despair, unseen,
Kinship in the spaces between.
So, when you pass a shadow in the night,
Remember, survivors of the fight.
Beneath my tattered coat so rare,
A spirit resilient, beyond compare.
Homeless culture, the unseen scene,
In society's margins, I glean.
A poet, a dreamer, stories to share,
In the heart of the forgotten, I find my lair.
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