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Voice Of The Homeless
by Linda M Hill

Tuesday, October 15, 2002

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I wake up in the morning to the sun
glaring in my face ~
I look around and wonder what
I'm doing in this place.
Sleeping on a park bench - I don't
even have a bed~
Nothing at all to show for the life
I have led.
I don't have a decent thing that I
can call my own~
Nameless faces stare at me as I
walk the streets alone.
I'm so hungry and cold ~ only a thin
coat covers me~
I have no one to care ~ there is
no family.
My eyes echo my pain as I stumble
along the street ~
Funny how people look the other way
when our eyes tend to meet.
I used to have a life ~ God, now I don't
even have a home ~
Everything that had any meaning to me
is now gone.
Is this the outcome of a sad and
lonely man?
Is there anyone out there who cares
or understands?
Is there anyone out there who can
help someone like me~
Who can lift me out of the hell I'm in ~
get me out of this misery?
I try to get a cup of coffee ~ He says
get out of here ~
I would have washed his dishes for my
cup ~ but he didn't care.
I move on up the street in tears
and in pain ~
No money for the medicines to make
me feel good again.
I sit down on this hard sidewalk ..
tears flowing down my face ~
I just don't seem to belong anywhere ~
I'm not wanted any place.

I don't have a decent thing I can
call my own ~
Nameless faces stare at me as
I walk the streets alone......


Linda Hill 2002
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I have compassion and empathy for the homeless. They need our help and support and encouragement in there time of struggle . Just hold out your hand...




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Reviewed by Ross Ostrander 10/17/2002
The comments from everyone else has pretty much said
what I am feeling right now darlin. It seems that you have gone
right inside the mind of every homeless person. I know from experience
that these things go through your mind when you have no home,
and it seems that nobody gives a damn. Thank you for yet another great write!
You have done an excellent job with this poem as with all the ones that you do...
Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado 10/16/2002
linda, this write choked me up, as did karla's review. i had no idea that she was homeless at one time; no wonder she doesn't like to talk about some things that went on in her life! but god HAS provided her with a home NOW, and she IS able to pay MOST of her bills; now if he could help out a LITTLE more, and i would be happy, especially for her sake!! thanks for sharing this powerful, emotional, heartwrenching write!! love, your friend, karen lynn. ((((HUGS)))) and >tears <
Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner 10/16/2002
>shivers < i've been there, too...lived in a shelter off and on for three years. that's one time in my life i don't want to remember...it did make me grateful for the roof over my head and food in my stomach. this is awesome...powerful...this moved me to tears. "i remember..." (((HUGS))) and love, karla. :(
Reviewed by na na (Reader) 10/16/2002
You know having been on the streets as an
Alcoholic, I understand what you are
conveying. I always found a way to get
food. But I did get pretty hungry
sometimes. I was a 20 year old alcoholic.
I remember one time I had not eaten for
three days. I was hungry and desperate.
I went into a little coffee shop and all I
had in my pocket was two cents. So I asked
the man behind the counter if he would sell
me a piece of bread so I could put some
sugar on it. The man gave me a bowl of
chili. No food ever looked better to me
than that bowl of chili! The flip side of
this is that I never had a weight problem
when I was young and never was ill. The
ones who suffer the most are the ones who
get the scrongiest. The scrongier they get
the dirtier and the older they look, the
least help they receive and the more they
are likely to commit a crime. It is a
viscous circle. I remember selling blood
to get another drink. And a bite to eat.
I never pan handled. But I know I would
had I stayed on the streets long enough.
Society ignores most of the derelicts on
the street. But the thing about this is
the price society pays for ignoring the
derelicts. All of the people are not
passive innocent people. Many are but a
large portion are not. I know. Drunk I
was very violent. Only when I finally
became sober did this change. Now I have
20 years of sobriety and there is no
fucking way I want to drink again or
smoke. Bill Hugs to my baby Linda xoxoxoox
P.S. Now I understand some of Ted's poetry.
Reviewed by Ted Sheridan (Reader) 10/16/2002
I love how you are filled with enough compassion for the two of us. I remain homeless to this day, until called home.
I like you work.
Reviewed by Roger Ochs 10/16/2002
America - where homeless veterans sleep under bridges and Chicken Hawks sleep in the White House
Reviewed by Maria Lupinacci 10/16/2002
Linda,
I agree with everyone, you have an incredible way of expressing others pain!
Great job on this one!

Hugs,
Maria
Reviewed by Tracey Hardie 10/16/2002
Bravo!!!!!!!! It really pisses me off that people ignore the homeless as they do. Those that shun them...or ignore their pleas ... I hope that one day they are in need!!!!
Reviewed by Drkman 10/16/2002
Linda,
Nice write. very powerful. A life of bad breaks and bad choices can certianly lead us to places we never dream of.
Drkman
Reviewed by M Flack 10/15/2002
Well written. Have you consiered the other side of the coin though? I read of a lonely woman who was found dead after six months. Seems her utilities were turned off. Nobody ever bothered to check on her. And the only reason tshe was found is vecause the neighbors complained about a bad smell coming from her home.

Yep she had it all but love...
Reviewed by Amor Sabor 10/15/2002
Another great write from you Linda.
Amor
Reviewed by Jenni Kalicharan 10/15/2002
Isn't this such a shame!! That man out there is someone's son, someone's brother, maybe even someone's father.. To imagine them all alone out there is so sad... Great message here..we all need to hold out our hands..
Jenni
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