All Alone

The nights are cold
And her skin feels dirty
She never suspected such horrible things
Her mother’s gold locket was stolen her first night in the world
Nobody’s her friend
Her name was once Sarah, now it’s just Sky
Her street home has a street world, its own society
When she falls asleep on her knapsack
She holds it tight to her chest
The fellow homeless around her wait for her eyes to close
Everyone’s hoping one will die to give the next there clothes
She peers out from beneath her long greasy hair
Watching all the men and women walking around in great attire
She feels like nothing compared to them
Her holy jeans and faded hoodie stick to her in the cold afternoon rain
And as she lays her head down to sleep
On a cold winters night
A garbage bag clutched around her
And three teenagers without a home
She goes without a fight
Slipping into a frozen dream
Until her lungs turned icy and her breath no longer came
The next day only two of the teens woke up
The survivors grabbed up the faded bag blankets of the deceased
Stripping the clothes from the icy skin and valuables from their small bag of possessions
Sniffling from the cold winter air they layer up there new clothes, and walks on to find another place to hide from the cold
So they don’t end up like the next Sarah, the next lost teenager.