Homelessness Is!

only when they come...
deputies with papers to evict.
and neighbors stand on their porches,
and gawk... as you carry boxes and bags,
and everything you own,
and pile them into your car.
you slowly pull from the drive,
with tears in your eyes,
and anger stuck in your throat...
with no hope and no direction,
and nowhere to go...
only then, do you know,
that homelessness is!

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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