A woman lays
Under the stars
That look down on her
And see her scars

Her blanket is just
The midnight air
Her pillow is hard
Stone cold and bare

Her home is now
A concrete street
Her pathways where
Dark and lgiht meet

An invisable tear
Runs down her heart
While the cold hands of time
Pull her soul apart

Caitlin Donovan

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-woman-29/