The Homeless Man

I
exit my house, close the doors and
walk around the block
I glance across the street and see
the homeless man, sitting there, with his bottle of beer
He is positioned there, not sitting straight, simply
slouching in front of the concrete walls
slouching motionless like a discarded ragdoll,
uncared for by anyone
He
slowly moves and
without letting go of his bottle slowly
adjusts his position into a what seems
to be in between lying down and sitting
His face is expressionless,
so it seems but deep inside there hides a
grief and sorrow incomprehensible to
the oblivious passersby
who
all have the comfort of a space,
a sofa, bed, room, and family How can
they feel the pain of lacking
such things,
such things that bring a happiness and
define a person, when they are so
used to having what we call a home
The homeless man sits there, undefined
I
return from the local grocery,
unlock the keys to my house and enter
my house, my home, my identity, my definition
I glance through the window and see
the homeless man, sitting there, with his bottle of beer
lying against the concrete walls
lying like a fallen statue
The homeless man lies there, undefined.

This is a free-verse poem that I wrote. The main focus of this poem is a typical homeless man who sleeps outside by old buildings. The poem discusses the pain of homelessness and the indifference of general public who all have homes and thus are unable to feel the pain of lacking a home. I used a bit of imagery while describing the homeless man (eg. his slouching position against the wall, holding a bottle of beer, stanza 1). I used a simile (like a ragdoll, in line 8, stanza 1), comparing the homeless man to a discarded doll that has lost its "home", and near the end of the poem, another one that compares him to a fallen statue that people have neglected to lift back up. The imagery and similes help in making the poem more descriptive. The general tone of this poem is solemn and dark.