A Life in a Day

Lying my head down on soiled sheets,
Facing towards a concrete wall,
Ashamed to face the homed walking by,
Limbs stiff with cold and resignation,
Belly empty, dignity gone,
Repugnant smell fills my nose; the smell of me,
I need my numb spice; the emptiness needs filling,
Getting up and stretching aged body,
Walking down street with holed hobnail boots,
Passing by people: some look in pity, some in indifference, others anger,
I need my man; only one I can trust though I can’t trust him,
Walking in the rain in soaked clothing down to the river,
Needing my kick up to join the kick downs I’ve gathered,
Gratefully get the stuff, I hope its OK to take.
Take my booster, ah yes, that’s good,
Requiring something to take away the pain and loneliness,
Roaming aimlessly around homogenous streets, sitting in pissed doorways,
Remembering the physical and mental bruises I gained in my old life,
A life not returnable,
Looking blankly at the crowd,
I wish I could shave my itchy beard,
Hat of giving lying in front of me,
It’ll be nice some biscuits this evening.
I’ll be fearful for my health again tonight.