A million people
A million voices
None speak my name
Two million feet tred
Where I sit
None stop near me
Millions of bright lights
Shining round
I sit in the dark
Syllable Lunes
Homeless in the City
A million people
A million voices
None speak my name
Two million feet tred
Where I sit
None stop near me
Millions of bright lights
Shining round
I sit in the dark
Syllable Lunes
Leonas Lines--Poetry Plus 
Oh gosh, this is written so beautifully about such a painful truth.
Thanks. It just came to mind and kinda wrote itself when I looked at that photo of the city. 😪
We don’t have to look very hard, do we…
No we surely don’t.
😦