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Smurfy , Monday, 16th of August 2010 06:01:04 PM

Homeless essay.

It was a dark dreary night in York the silence

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approaching me and the big city around me. As l waled around the lonely

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streets of York with my heart filled with a gutted feeling l could taste

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the rain drops scatter down on my lips on my dry mouth. l could smell

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between the the little alley ways the disgusting smell of wee and gone off

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food were other homeless people lay. The sound silent as people walk buy
me, the every last drop of rain splatter across window panels. And in the
far distance l saw a tall big building the biggest thing l ever saw it
looked like a church it brought back some old memories of when l saw my
little nephew get christened they were the good times.l passed and passed
alot of locations of different sort, trying to look for the best spot to
lay, but every time l found there was something wrong there if it wasnt
the smell the dirtyness or the places were other homeless people lay it
was always thi little thing in my head kept telling me to travel on there
must be better.
Time passed quite slowly as l kept looking at my
watch till that stopped working l fought this wasnt my day. Eventually l
found this little messy smelly and dirty place it was horrible a damp
place. Must of been the worst place l saw but it got me and my attention
so l thought l would give it a try. As l sat there thinking of what l
could of done to prevent all this from happening the answer never came and
as l looked around this little place were l lay l found a grave stone were
someone had been briued l read it it said rest in peace John Walters, l
fought nothing of it till l looked under it as it said John Walters died
of pneumonia, at the age of 12. hours passed slowly people justing walking
by me all the time but there was one women she stopped came over to me were
l lay and sat near me l fought man, this is strange but l said 'hello what
are u doing here'. She said 'i am here were my son layed when he died'. l
replied 'is this his grave here, l am so sorry for your loss'. You know
wat she said ' yes l is he died just like you homeless and no one but
himself to company him the cold hit him hard and he became very ill'. ' As
she left me, that convosation with her left me sad and cold and me thinking
how that lad must of felt there.
As the coldness crept upon me, l
searched for warmth. The remnents of an old blanket was all l found.
Shivering through the night with only the stench of the wet ground and the
decreped blanket as company, l craved the comforts of home.
People
left the pubs as they closed, while the clubs opened rapidly, like there
was no tomorrow. There was a massive queue outside, with people dressed up
beautifully. However, fear set in, as l saw people fighting violently.
Shouting, screaming, the smashing of bottles was to be heard as l lay on
the cold, damp floor. My spirit left me and l was frightened... not
knowing what was going to happen next. l felt so scared. l felt so
insecure, l just wanted to fall asleep!
After a while my loneliness
hit me l was feeling it so bad, no one to help me or just be there for me.
l felt deeply dressed and tearful. Sleeping rough was awful and
soul-destroying l hated it, never again. l kept telling myself it was like
camping out, but deep down l was in too much of a state to keep thinking
that. l started to miss my mobile phone and computer and all those things
l loved back at home.
Night drifted by slowly but as soon as l arose
my senses were met with the delicious aroma of bacon sandwhiches from the
bakers across the road.
The birds flew by me twittering and singing
to one another, which is what had woke me up. They sounded as beautiful as
they looked, gracefully swirling and darting around in the sky but all l
could picture was those bacon sandwhiches. How l longed for one.
l
still felt rough and tired but l knew l had to get up move on before the
shops opened, my bones were killing me the aches and pains in my legs just
got irrestibly bad and l thought everything was going wrong for me.
l
knew l could not cope with another night there: l knew l had to find my
family, someone to take me in. l had to try. They were my only hope of
escaping this turmoil. The nights were long, and after a while l began to
think they could not possibly go any slower. Another night would have
killed me, so l continued walking until l found one person l knew l could
rely on to help me. l knew that going home was not an option.

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