“homeless” poem

Once I knew a place

The roots of truth began to spread though your face, earth is my  bed room and toilet. Wrapped up in freezing cold, Some drifter walk past, you remember the good all days, I carry homelessness within my head, step into my shoes. I walk a line
some where between listening to myself
and listening to God…

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