Fierce, biting cold it steals their dreams
Hunger’s cruel ache; King thief of sleep
Loneliness, their bedfellow... screams!
Trauma grips tighter; hears them weep
Trauma grips tighter; hears them weep
Snow falls, but no angels they make
Like Korai… frozen figures, draped
Angel of death; they fear their fate
Cold, Cement City’s crumpled shapes
Once they were someone... to someone
Now dishevelled; minds full of holes
To all, but their bereft loved ones,
they’re nameless; forgotten, lost souls
The truth is, they’re like you and me
Uncomfortable... it may be
One turn of fate; brought to their knees
Show them empathy; kindness, please
Tonight, on mattresses of stone
May it be their last without hope
May caring hands guide gently home
We all need help... sometimes to cope
© Debbie Razey 2022 - Violet Moon Poetry
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