When night falls, <br /> and I have nothing to eat. <br /> How can a boy like me... <br /> stand on my feet? Mom worked hard <br /> to make ends meet, <br /> but sometimes in the ghetto... <br /> I can't even sleep. My typical lifestyle <br /> is like the movies of horror, <br /> in which the audience <br /> is filled with sorrow. <br /> These are the scenes <br /> that await me tomorrow. Evening comes, but then it goes. <br /> How do I survive? <br /> Only God, He knows! Oftentimes it seems like no one cares, <br /> and the fussing, and the fighting, <br /> continues through the years. The homeless are being pushed <br /> from street to street. <br /> Some of them are seeking a shelter <br /> where they can sleep. I find it hard at times, <br /> living in this land. <br /> So I pray to the Savior <br /> to give me a helping hand, <br /> and I'm hoping for the day <br /> that we all can live as one.<br /><br />Jerusalmi Streete<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/heartaches/
