Excellent No-one chooses to be homeless The street is my home by jenintorre Write a sad story poem contest entry Artwork by cleo85 at FanArtReview.com

The street is my home, The sidewalk my bed. On the cold, hard ground, I lay my head. Passers by stare at me In disgust. The lowest of creatures, begging for a crust. A past best forgotten, No future awaits. No home, no food, no family, no mates. Nothing to do, my life is wrecked. No place to go, no self respect. Once I had everything going for me. This is not how it was meant to be. Recognized

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