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Hunger gnaws at my innards
But I have no money
And nowhere to call home

I drift past shop windows
Where I can see people inside eating
To the point of gluttony

But I might as well be a ghost
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Posted: Oct 2017
About this poem:
A sad fact is that the homeless and destitute in our society might as well be ghosts. They are mostly ignored and overlooked as if they did not exist.

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Comments (2)

This is so touching - stark and to the point - and so very real to many people.
Excellent write rose
steve1223: Absolutely Sir! I would include those who are forced to live below the poverty level!

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