I was looking through some of my saved files today and found this, and several other, poems I wrote several years ago. I wasn't going to post it because it's not how I feel now, but it was how I felt and it comes from the heart so here it is.
Every day
In any old doorway
I sit alone
Invisible to you.
You focus ahead
Caught up in your day
Trying not to look
You don't try to see me.
I bet you think
It couldn't happen to you
You would cope
With all that life throws.
I thought that
When I was where you are
Yet here I am now
It happened to me!
So quickly
From job and house
It turned into
Nothing! Nothing!
No home
No work
No love
No life.
On the outside
Of society
On the outside
Literally!
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