Whilst cleaning out my cupboard to pack for the end of term i found my poetry file and thought I would risk posting some here to see what people think.
(this is compleatly imagernary, I have never been anywhere near been in this situation thank goodness.)
ABUSED AND HOMELESS
I sit on the street and watch the feet passing by,
They look at me and look away,
I am a blot on their landscape,
A piece that doesn't fit.
A few people toss coppers my way,
It's nothing to them, a lifeline to me.
Most ignore me, they pass me by.
They're safe in their world, they don't want to share mine.
Tonight they'll return to a safe home.
There'll be a hot meal waiting on the table.
I count my change, hoping there's enough for a drink,
Before I go to bed on the cold hard street.
I once had a house and a soft bed to sleep in.
But it wasn't a home, I was beaten and abused.
I ran away, but the government say's I am voluntarily homeless.
They don't give me any money to survive, they abuse me to.
People say I should get a job,
But to get a job you need an address.
They say it's my fault,
But what would they have done?
I need help, but where can I go?
Who will help me now?
A bit of investment and I could train.
Get a job and rebuild my life.
But no one's prepared to invest
In a homeless kid on the street.
I sit here my life wasting away
I will post another one when I won't a break from packing! Please feel free to comment - wether you think it's good or bad.