The air feels a bitter cold
A homeless one keeps shouting why
There is no one near him to hear
His mornful painful cry...
A Dr. will misdiagnose his issue
Claim it's severe schizophrenia
Claim it's a from a multi mania
Even the onset of dementia...
I say he could be praying to his Creator
Arguing with the fallen one
Talking to the Creator's begotten Son
Could he be possible talking to none???
He fears cleansing his gritty flesh
Fears keeping his clothing clean
Has anthropophobia, fear of people
Few can grasp what life to him means...
At night a slab of concrete is his bed
A pile of rocks a pillow to lay his head
A chorus of voices his head to fill
His mind!!! His mind!!! destain to not be still...
JJSweets 09Jan21 10:56hrs
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