Homeless

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this is Street poetry and this one is called
homeless –
when there’s nothing in front
it leaves nothing behind
when there’s nothing to see
it leaves nothing to find
like being in space
with no up or down
with no direction to be found wandering aimlessly
without a sound
nowhere to go
nowhere to roam
no place to Adorn
or call your own
nothing is like a place
that you can call home