Words of a Poet

Sunrise Sunset

Another sunrise another sunset
Waking up on the street
Always back on my feet
Carrying everything I own on my back
Looking for the next person to attack
Staring at the sky
Constantly asking why
What did I do to deserve this life?
Why am I being punished?
Or am I just being tested?
Knocked down
Knocked out
Over again
And from the ashes this Phoenix continues to rise
Yet I look in the mirror with these blue eyes
And see someone I don’t recognize
I see someone I despise

by Matthew Henrickson