The Sun Glares Through The Cracks

The sun glares through the cracks In the walls, and awakens me- Of gaps here, there is no lack; And after a few hours sleep The chill winds stealthy creep Through the same cracks; that I keep Stuffing with trash and cloth, Though nothing is ever enough My breath fogs and exits too, As if from a million flues It's impossible to keep warm And staying dry too, is an art I know that you see no harm In keeping me here, this way But I feel I'm beginning to rust While living from you, apart: Someday, I'll want more than just Squatter's rights, to your heart.