john doe

Ice sickles form on the tips of my beard
Not shavin, been freezing for some odd years
Color faded, white echoing long lost cheer
I hear the shattering sound of a frozen tear

I wake up at seven and hit the invisible snooze
Close my eyes and forget about the holes in my shoes
Pretending that I have a daily wardrobe to choose
Assuming that out there, there’s a drug to be used

Trying to remember the feel of a bed
Remember the feeling of a pillow under my head
I sleep on the cold damp concrete instead
Close my eyes and wish that I was dead

Read the daily news while it keeps me warm
Heard the same story a thousand times before, I’ve sworn
Been blessed with bad luck since I was born
Should of know one day my cloths would be tattered and torn

I call the streets my home, rain sun or snow
Tattered feet walk the concrete flow
Look in the eyes of passer bys ill never know
If you were wondering my name…they call me John Doe

Well that's just depressing....lol. You write pretty well...slightly dark, but in a good way.

Beaitifully written... so true...

Awesome write even the homeless need to be heard!!

Love it, man. You got some talent.

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh incredible write indeed,,,,

We all need to take the time,,, dont turn away,, we are a human race,,,,

thanks for the freedback everyone