The Noise of a Homeless Barefoot

When I close my eyes to sleep or
more like try to avoid hearing
-- the noise of a homeless barefoot
It reminds me of the coffin I saw

It was the perfect space that I felt
like I found the homeland
I seek now
Where I stop dreaming of a land
where It will accept me as a citizen

Since my birthland
offered me
limited choices, such as
born to death, born and raised in the orphanage
'till I will die like a street animal.

The noise of a homeless
barefoot
-- might be the only sound
I will hear
when my eyes will start
to bleed
after I decide to drink my
sorrows