All Nonfiction
- Bullying
- Books
- Academic
- Author Interviews
- Celebrity interviews
- College Articles
- College Essays
- Educator of the Year
- Heroes
- Interviews
- Memoir
- Personal Experience
- Sports
- Travel & Culture
All Opinions
- Bullying
- Current Events / Politics
- Discrimination
- Drugs / Alcohol / Smoking
- Entertainment / Celebrities
- Environment
- Love / Relationships
- Movies / Music / TV
- Pop Culture / Trends
- School / College
- Social Issues / Civics
- Spirituality / Religion
- Sports / Hobbies
All Hot Topics
- Bullying
- Community Service
- Environment
- Health
- Letters to the Editor
- Pride & Prejudice
- What Matters
- Back
Summer Guide
- Program Links
- Program Reviews
- Back
College Guide
- College Links
- College Reviews
- College Essays
- College Articles
- Back
The Pain in my Heart
I once lived in a beautiful house
Silver plates and spoons for every meal
I once had no worries at all
It was all too perfect, all too real
Soon enough, the walls that once kept me warm
Vanished, unexpected I could’ve sworn
Now I live in a cardboard home
Freezing on cold winter days
Now I struggle to find food
Many times that the dumpster betrays
Empty soul and empty mind, I crave
Waiting for someone to come save
I once had many shirts and jeans
To choose from every day
I once ran with the wind in the meadow
Embracing the warm glow of the sun’s ray
Thanksgiving feasts
We ate like beasts
Now I only own a pair of shirt and jeans
Ripped and tattered with brown spots below
Now I only shower once a month
No warm baths, but with frozen snow
I beg for spare change holding out my hand
At day’s end a penny if I’d be damned
And once
Someone passed by
And he held
An apple pie
But when he saw me
He just looked away.
And every day when I sleep
Tears gush out
But I keep wishing
And wishing that someone
Will take me
Away from this pain
Away from my misery
Please, all I beg
Is for someone to look
And take this pain away
The pain in my heart
Tears me apart.
Similar Articles
JOIN THE DISCUSSION
This article has 0 comments.
I first felt inspired to write it when I was walking down the 34th street train station in New York City and noticed some homeless people. My friends and I just came back from a competition where we got dinner to take home. Instead, upon seeing the many homeless men and women of all ages, we decided to give up our food for them. They were overly joyed by our gesture. Looking around, I saw others pass by without even sparing a glance at these people, who've lost everything. I wondered what if the passersby were suddenly in the shoes of the homeless people. Boarding the train, I thought about this more and started writing my thoughts. These thoughts were what created this poem. Living in New York City, homelessness is a big issue, which we, New Yorkers, often tend to ignore or forget. With this poem, I hope to bring more awareness to the lives of homeless people and make others realize that they're humans too.