Recently a local charity asked for poems on the theme of “Home”.
In this poem I’ve tried to express what it feels like to be homeless and invisible to passers by.
The sharp eyed among you will see that halfway down the poem is written in reverse.
This is called a mirror poem. Let me know if you like it.
HOMELESS
This is my home.
A piece of cardboard
An old duvet.
What do you see
When you see me?
You hurry past
Without a glance
I have feelings too
Give me a chance.
I am a person
Just like you
Say hello
Why don’t you?
I had a home
Kids and a wife
Until I was thrown
On the scrapheap of life.
Why don’t you
Say hello?
Just like you
I am a person.
Give me a chance
I have feelings too.
Without a glance
You hurry past.
When you see me
What do you see?
An old duvet
A piece of cardboard.
This is my home.
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