A Homeless Poem

i really just started
to think
could it be
possibly me
what is wrong
i simply cannot see
what did i do
and please tell me to who
afraid i always end
with no means by which to mend
curious deeds
to varying degrees
some things everyone
sees
vanishing sunset
at the edge of the sky
what is wrong i ask
(knowing the answer is i)
preferably mixed
with something sweet
somewhat discreet
even i can go down
just like a drink
in fact
just knowing it was me
leaves me somehow free
and i convince myself
to just close my eyes
and believe
and as for me
i really just started
to think


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