Feb. 21st, 2009
Homeless
How did I come to be here;
here in the land of a thousand guilts?
I see you on the street
and walk on by.
What do I have to give?
What do we all have to say?
We feel the pull of your pleading eyes
and ashamed, we walk on by.
I never even knew your name.
When you spoke to me, I couldn't hear your voice,
for I am living in the land of a thousand guilts
and despite the pull, I walk on by.
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