Billy 5 Holmes

I wrote this whilst sleeping rough.

Poor Billy 5 Holmes

has no place to stay.

Not tonight,

tomorrow,

nor any other day.

Leasions of love

run down his face.

Painful reminders

of another place.

He sleeps in the rain

to rest his head

maybe by morn

 sun will dry his bed.

He thinks of no-one

not even himself

his only comfort

impending death.

But this is his life

its all he's got;

dreams forgotton, hope extinguished

human garbage

left out to rot.