Homeless (English Sonnet)

The baron boroughs that exist in the city

Lay destitute and littered about

Deep in Grey's Ferry some live without

A friend or food or shelter or pity

Only themselves to blame, a life thus empty

Their outside is in and inside is out

No time to feel sad and no time to pout

When you live in a shadow, a hole, or a gitty

Just a hand to hold would be the greatest gift

Liberation from desperation lies just beyond-

Oppression, detention, yield poorer than poor

In search of a meal, forsaken by love

No doctor to treat their cough or their sore

Longing for reunion with their deity above