Poem by Laura Grevel

                                           The Lonely Side

                                                                 My name is Homeless
                                                                 I carry myself in this bag
                                                                 On this lonely side of the street

I walk down the street on my feet
I smell their fear when we meet

I look down at shoes not at eyes
I hear the repulse in their sighs

I want for the meat of their teeth
I feel the quick cringe just beneath

I thirst for the taste of their wheat
I sink with their stare at my need

I ache with the need to entreat
I cry at the heat of defeat

I live the long nights of that shame
I’m sore with the fingers of blame

I know that they would me delete
I walk down the street on my feet

                                                                 On this lonely side of the street
                                                                 I carry myself in this bag
                                                                 ​My name is Homeless

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From the USA, Laura Grevel lives in Europe. She is a performance poet, fiction writer and blogger. Her writings have been published widely. Laura often reads at international online literary events.