The inescapable Reality – National Poetry Month – Day 6

homelessA shade, a pavement, a cart, a cardboard,
a slice of any obvious nothingness
a life moved away from where it began
continuing to move in search of one

A sense of silence
to memories invading the mind
to images walking unnoticed, and
all repeating day after day

Every passing apathy faces
the same inescapable reality
silently screaming from a torn poster
Today me; who knows Tomorrow Thee