Warmth Without Wind

A poem from the perspective of a homeless man

Warmth Without Wind

Don’t lie to me I know you have change
You think I’m a drug addict
And because I live on the streets I’m strange
All I want is some food some coffee
Anything to warm me inside
But you cross the street or look away
So my eyes you can avoid and hide

Dismissing me as a drunk an addict
Not a loving father who can’t provide
Left on the streets by my country
And wife leaving my side

I’m a trained killer fifteen years I’ve served
I have no qualifications I was a school leaver
Entering young and part of a herd

My clothes may be dirty I probably do look ill
It’s not because of stereotypical notions
Try sleeping with a constant wind chill

I returned home dishonourable discharge my a*s!
Desertion when my company were slaughtered
Who wouldn’t run if you were the last?

No benefits and no one will hire
Wife doesn’t want to know me
Her brother had taken fire

So now I sit on the streets all alone
Cold every night wanting to go back home
She has a new husband now child as well
When I served my country I landed in hell

So look at us homeless don’t consider us bums
We served our country and protected your young
I’m not saying were all not addicts or deserve to be here
But consider yourself sleeping in the cold and with fear

Passing by students shouting abuse
Suicide a constant appeal
I try my hardest to reduce

But all I crave is a blanket and warm food
Shelters are full and doorways all used
So I am victim to the wind every night
Whilst your cocooned in your blankets
Locked in secure houses out of sight

I’m the veteran
a killer
a bum
I’m the homeless
the forgotten
And I’m not the only one

So spare some change if you have it
that’s all that I ask
Keeping warm and free from starvation
Is my only task  

Author's Note

Something Rarely Focused on and as always they are the subjects which intrigue me but I did used to speak to one homeless man a couple of years ago and he was infact a solidier and he wasn't an addict he didn't ever marry so when he was discharged he was totally alone I always gave spare change if I had it and brought a mcdonalds when I got paid then one day he just wasn't there anymore

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Reviews

[Kat24]

hi,
this is really sad. but good. Kat24

[ImJustAMisguidedGhost]

A very intense subject, but you wrote it very well in the eyes of the actual homeless. It was great to feel being in their shoes. A different point of view is always a good way to go. The plead and honesty just pours out wonderfully. I enjoyed this very much, well done :D

[HopelesslyDevoted]

this is such a sad subject, i think most people try not to think about because we feel like there is so little we can do to help and its such a horrible thought... :(
great poem though

[Hello, Goodbye]

great write

[♥Chloe-The-Zombi..]

this is great. made me almost cry. 100/100

[Samantha ~virginpoet]

Well written very sad and deep I live in a place where I dont see any homeless people but when I go out to the city I see lots and it breaks my heart Ill give them what I can more than I can buy them lunch give them a blanket/clothes one wrong move and anyone of us could wind up in there shoes. Society should be judged on how we treat the least of us.

100/100

[Kiri Nells]

Way to go! Standing up for a forgotten issue we brush over all the time. Great job!

[trainwreck]

This was a dark and intense write in its very simplicity. Living in Hawaii, we constantly have homeless people around, and its always tragic to see people who really don't want to be there be stuck in homelessness.

[Sarusai Hiryu]

Well portrayed.
And it was decent of you to be so nice to him.

[Sherbs Dreaming Tree Of..]

Beautiful!
I can relate to this as i was once out on the street for 2 weeks and it was really really hard
This actually brought a tear to my eye :)