Homeless.

Wayne Duckworth
Jul 21, 2017 · 2 min read
Photo: Pixabay

Homeless, one foot out, one foot in,

no shoes, no body, love lost, no skin.

Flushed out and in, on the morning tide,

castaway deserted, lost, pushed aside.

All there is now, alone, no way back,

no body, just a GPS voice to keep track.

Far away i-land, mango a plenty

mosquitoes, smiles, wifi for free.

No toes to feel sand, hair touched by the breeze

hard to find the balance cut off at the knees.

No anchor, aimless, not painless, deathly pale

ghosted by my own body, no text or email.

Unseen, unclean, no face to lose in the crowd

you don’t reach out, even when I beg, cry out loud.

I look around, you’re far behind, a dot, then gone,

I’m homeless, without, no bye just ‘I’m done.’


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Wayne Duckworth

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Children's picture book author, novelist and poet. Yogi. World nomad. Embracing the awesome queer, geek and freak. Medium member since 1 April 2017 (no joke!)

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