Homeless (Holiness)

new dawn....
same alleyway;
grey faceless buildings,

wet with morning.
one more cigarette,
thinking about coffee,

waiting on the mission doors
......to open.
kicking through the trash,

a rat runs off...
nowhere to go,
...nothing to do.

tighten my belt,
squint in the sunlight,
just thinking 'bout how,

gonna survive this day!

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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