The cold starts in truth
leaving flurries fallowing
from the sky.
All I can think of,
all that occupies my mind
currently, is what are
all the people who do not
have homes going to do??
It is cold, and I am tired,
of silently crying myself to sleep at night
thinking, “what can I do? what the fuck can I do”?
I’m scared, because I know, I feel it deep in my marrow,
that we are only escaping this same fate by two months.
And my tears continue to flow, staining my pillowcase,
as I drift into a dreamless sleep.
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