Homelessness

A Poem by Riley Ramsey

It's getting more brutal by the year,
The sharp spikes of wind forcing me to run.
Lately it feels like I'm jogging in place, looking for something more.
It's becoming a bore, trying harder every day.
Can't the future just wait?
Sleeping under public pavilions
Gawked at and ignored.
Will I have privacy;
Alone?

I don't want to be another dollar sign
Please let me be free.
I want to be a real person.
I'm terrified
It seems it just can't be.