HOMELESS

My roof is the blue sky
above the pillar of trees
My floor is the ground
now touched with flowers
I have nothing of this world
but the grime on my skin
and whatever is in this box
my bed and my fortress
Perhaps I have a name
I sealed it in my heart
along with the memories
of a once upon life.
I now go by Unknown
Often mistaken for Unheard
Both being invisible,
the mistake hardly mattered.
I only know of one future –
the earth opening under my feet
I hope I’ll have more than a box
to lay myself to rest.

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This piece was inspired by an article I read about the homeless people living in big cardboard boxes  in  NY train stations  (if I recall the place correctly).