I cried, yesterday
On the edge of town, not far from the bank.
I hadn’t made it that far in months
But the melancholy drove me out,
The golden warmth lulling me in
To a false sense of security,
A blanket of calm that wrapped around
My sunken shoulders, bent with shame.
I had no direction but getting to town,
The place that was always so bustling,
A hive of activity, now with no bees,
The life was sucked from me and the cold inside
Reduced me to tears and I slumped on the floor.
A young girl looked sympathetically
Down at my body, sure I was homeless,
Too scared to go near me, I knew how she felt.