Waking In Shadows

Moving in the shadows Searching for space A place to lay my head Perhaps a piece of bread. new days come Searching again for space That I may lay my head Perhaps a cup of coffee. Night falls again as the day come to its end, Looking close as my eyes go shut So less fears as I awaken In another homeless place.

Reviews

[Leo]

This poem got me thinking about the concept of space, as life is space, and the universe is space, and we are only occupiers of the space. Very thought provoking poem. blessings to you.

[Willard Wells]

Thank you for reading and commenting. Appreciated.