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




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*when police find a dead homless person the call them John Doe*

This was good, it had a good sence of creativity and you knew what you were talking about which was great nice stanzas all of them fit good together the imagery was good the structure was good over all a great piece..good read...if you could hit up something in my sig thanks