Another Cold Night- (Inner Monologue Of A Homelessness Man)

( Poem: Another Cold Night) An imaginary dramatization loosely based on real life events.)

Another arctic night, I cant sleep, my body is aching and the icy 

air blankets my skin.  My hands and feet taking the brunt of the 
bitter snap, there just a little more exposed to the severe lashes 
of the inclement whip;  A prisoner of isolation incarcerated in 
the chambers of a tortured mind, confined to a vicious cycle
of hopes and regrets; taunted by loneliness, a cruel warden 
that governs my mind ...  An eerie feeling often overshadows 
me, strange noises in the night, I'd be more curious, but better
judgement weighs on the side of caution, so I hardly ever look
up;  I was always afraid of the dark (...) Lying here, constantly
turning on either side, I just can't seem to be at ease the cold
air feels like it cuts right through my skin.  Sleeping rough on
the streets in winter, perishing with cold is unbearable to say 
the least, it never gets any easier, you never forget nights like
these, but somehow I endure. Just can't seem to think of much
else on this harsh gelid night, except that for, thoughts of a
warm meal and a roof over my head, but for now, I wish my
stomach would stop rumbling.  If I could only forget for a 
moment of how hungry I am, I probably could rest, but, I 
can only lay hear in hope and wait for the morning, should 
the night not take me, and if so I shall greet the morn with
a renewed hope of a chance of a better tomorrow a chance 
to make my life a new.  However,  I face yet another day,

the challenge  of raising  to my feet, I know I can do it, I

just need a little help.  Perhaps tomorrow will be that

day, the day that kindness finds me, reaches out and

extends a helping hand, so that I may be lifted up

and once again stand on my own two feet.

Author's Note

This poem was written to create awareness, for the
sole purpose of highlighting (homelessness)