Its about homelessness and it was one of my poems where I get the first line and it plays on my mind and has to be written.
Country Boy living in the City
Lost and unfound
With no one he knows around
Country Boy living in the City
Feeling low
With no place to go
Had a hard time
No money No hope
On the streets
In the dirt and the grime
Life’s not pretty
When you’re down on your luck
No-one gives a fuck
Or gives a second look
As they walk on past
Smells the fumes
And feels despair
No way back
Off this futile
Beaten track
As he pounds the streets
Lost alone bereft
In a doorway
Out of the rain
Sleeping bag sodden
A life of pain
Amidst the rats
And garbage smells
He lives his life
A living hell
He lays his head down
His heart gives out
His last breath clouds
As all around
The traffic sounds
Drowns his feeble words
Unheard
No way Home
Only one more piece of garbage
On the grey streets
He dies alone
Country Boy dead in the City
Lost and unfound
With no one he knows around
Country Boy dead in the City
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