Help the homeless
Learn more about other poetry terms
I lie awake in my bed
All the while the world is sleeping instead
They chose sleep, they chose rest
I chose tired sad loneliness
But the choice was not really mine,
It was more like fate I was handed in time
They stand above me eyes like knives
I watch the rich go threw their lives
This is not the life I'd planned
My story's lost, a message in sand
I have a heart, flesh, tears and bone
