Don't Let Them Bite

I never knew necessities
would soon escape my grasp
like a haggard vagabond who would
do anything for cash
I've wasted all my rummaging
on petty, trifling wants
I don't need mainstreet miracles
or lights that flash and flaunt
the vain and pride perfection
of a world I'll never know
from my dim and dusty road ditch
I can see the city's glow
I feel the bed bugs scratching
don't let them bite, sleep tight
Reality is crawling
through the silence of the night,
it's creeping, crying, cutting
as my comforts I forsake
from my all too day-ish nightmare,
I am startled, now awake.

-kb