I sit among my kingdom of cardboard.

Listening to the song of a far away sea.

Once my ambitions soared.

Eyes blinded by life.

But I am a fragment of the shattered me.

Reality is the stab of a rusty knife.

The sky mourns my broken past.

The clouds wash at the earth's shore, a sorrowful grey.

I scour stinking bins, hope gone at last.

I wish for the wind to carry me away.

My calloused fingers dig greedily through the rotting waste.

I hear the hollow crunch of shoes as it snows.

Adding a barren rhythm to my incurable truth.

The desolate water laps at my toes.

A girl is here small and round.

She hands me a smile with vivid intensity.

Even her tender kindness falls to the floor.

She proffers a soft hand to me as if to carry me from my misery.

The mother hauls her away, full of war.

Fake apologetic expression weighing down her blurred face.

Nurture over nature as they say.

Torcher over wager as they say.

Scorch her over save her as they say.

Tendrils of water coils around me.

Not cold anymore but a warm embrace.

I love this unforgiving sea.

Deadly hand brushes icy tears from my face.

Do not worry.

No need to start.

It's not your fault.

It's just your frozen heart.

This poem was from the point of view of a homeless person. Hope you enjoyed it!