Alone In A Cardboard Box

Under Embankment Station, lying
A man, in a cardboard box, waiting
For Time to come to wake him, trying
To remember all the wrong turns, making
His life this way so hard, ending
His time on earth prematurely, breaking
His heart in three pieces; one tying
Knots, a girl from the past, one vying
For kids, a girl from the present, one denying
Him sleep, a girl in the future past, all multiplying
To deliver him here, on the streets, buying
A ticket to hardship and shit, dying
Dreams hidden in dead relationships, my
Whole life described in a verse, striving
For an atom of hope in a hopeless universe, buying
Me one more night in a cardboard box, crying
Silently, bravely constructing stanza, lining
My coffin with scribbled poems on old newspaper, mining
For tarnished epitaphs, loosely hung, tightening
Slowly, beautifully around my neck undeniably, frightening
But magnificently painful, enlightening
Me to death, alone in a cardboard box.