Homeless - a poem by C. S. Lee

Asleep am I

In a field of dreams,

Untouched and unseen,

Here and nowhere,

Everyday,

All day,

Without end.

I am

castaway

To your alleys,

Parks,

Shelters,

And soup kitchens.

I am forever among,

But never a part of you.

My name is “Homeless”,

In numbers unmeasured

And unsung.

C. S. Lee

Copyright 2007