POEM. SLEEPLESS NIGHTS: Echoes of the night: From hunger to peace

In the dead of night, the streetlight flickers low, 

Hands in my pockets, but there’s no pocket to show, 

For my pants are threadbare, their tone blends with dusk, 

Where will I find shelter? My future’s a husk.

Empty plates and hollow dreams, what will sustain me? 

No refuge in sight, just a time to mumble and plea. 

Oh, what energy remains if hunger’s my constant friend, 

No bed to rest upon, no hope to mend.

A breath I catch, a shiver in the dark, 

Yearning for a Samaritan’s kind-hearted spark. 

One drop of water, a gesture so small, 

As thoughts swarm my mind and night begins to crawl.

Pitter-patter of steps, soft yet distinct, 

Strange sounds approach, my heart in sync. 

Closer they come, the noise growing near, 

A sharp sting pierces, and pain is all I hear.

Down I fall, my strength wanes and fades, 

Food and water vanish, and shadows invade. 

The rhythmic beat of life slows to a hush, 

As my breaths become whispers in a final, gentle rush.

In that fleeting moment, pain ebbs away, 

Shelter and sustenance no longer hold sway. 

The heartbeat’s drum fades, a calming balm, 

And I drift into peace, serene and calm.