Homeless Prayer

I shuffle along in the sand.

This walkway in paradise.

Ignored or shunned

By the tourists – Doesn’t matter.

They aren’t real, don’t exist.

My colleagues call out to me

As I pass. Nothing

To fear in daylight with

A bottle in my pocket.

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Oh but at night, Monsters

Scream in my head and

God help me the things

After a couple of days

“Doing Without.”

I pray every night that

I find a bottle tomorrow. And

God hears my prayers.

Least ways there haven’t

Been too many days…

“doing without.”