Muddy Castle

In these forgotten streets I roam,

No pillow, just cardboard, my makeshift home.

City lights never sleep, but I do,

I'm the secret society never knew.

Concrete pillars, silent witnesses to my tale,

Dreams linger, like a ghostly trail.

My alley canvas, my sleeping spot,

Where hunger and hope mix a lot.

The weight of disdain on my back,

Echoes of a silent pain, no track.

Yet, in my eyes, resilience gleams,

A spirit unbroken, woven through dreams.

In the city's dance, I find my place,

Amongst the refuse, a hidden grace.

I'm more than the dirt on my cloak,

A symphony rising from the broke.

The city's heartbeat, a distant sound,

For me, it's bittersweet, all around.

Alleyways where dreams unfold,

I'm a phoenix, rising from the cold.

Through society's cracks, I persist,

An artist painting shadows, twist by twist.

In the dance of despair, unseen,

Kinship in the spaces between.

So, when you pass a shadow in the night,

Remember, survivors of the fight.

Beneath my tattered coat so rare,

A spirit resilient, beyond compare.

Homeless culture, the unseen scene,

In society's margins, I glean.

A poet, a dreamer, stories to share,

In the heart of the forgotten, I find my lair.