Sleeping Rough

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Before I open my eyes
I’m aware of a dull roar:
air brakes hissing,
cars honking,
the sound of high heels
on concrete.
It must be morning.

The cold
is unbearable.
I found some cardboard
to insulate me
from the sidewalk
but, my sleeping bag is thin.

There was freezing rain
last night.
I couldn’t sleep
for shivering.
It’s starting to snow.
I can’t feel my feet.
Sometimes, I think
it would be better
if I didn’t wake up,
but, here I am.

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Comments

3 responses to “Sleeping Rough”

  1. So heartbreaking! Thanks for always shining a light on this problem, Dennis.

    Yvette M Calleiro :-)
    http://yvettemcalleiro.blogspot.com

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    1. Thanks, Yvette, this was written about a homeless man I call Greg. Every winter morning, I found Greg on the sidewalk with his sleeping bag pulled over his head. I greeted him and brought him coffee and a breakfast sandwich. He stuck his hand out and waved. This way I knew that he was still alive.

      On other occasions, we would talk, and he told me about his life and circumstances. Of course, everyone told him that he shouldn’t sleep on the sidewalk. I don’t see him anymore and I think the worst.

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      1. That’s so sad! At least, he knew you cared.

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