Homeless

Surrounded by people,
isolated and alone.
A day to day that begs escape.
A shelter's not a home.
Passing strangers turn their heads,
not one of them a friend.
Forgotten human contact,
let this not be the end.
Does anybody see me;
or does my voice just go unheard?
Am I really so invisible;
another unread word?
If just one of you would take the time,
to raise your eyes up from the ground,
but instead you just keep walking by,
ease your discomfort for a Pound.

patspoems
Great poem with lots of caring and feeling. It must be terrible to feel this way. I have just read your profile so I know you don't and I am pleased..... Pat

Debs
Surrounded by people, isolated and alone....................all said in the opening lines. Excellent.

robyn selters
so often I have thought it would feel just like this... how insightful and empathic is this poem