Homeless

Wooden floors shining no reflection,
empty door frames for vacant privacy
pipes ungrudging,
still water, bed sheets folded in dusty closets

Where were you when the mold took over?
Phantoms of civilian households,
screaming noises for no one to listen,
away from rooftops and family values

Spaces of suitcases, filled with lone expectation
how many houses live in desperation?
How many others wander the streets of frustration?