Good repetition. And don’t worry about your current state; whenever I try to write I normally get morose because I can’t think of anything. So my writing ends up sounding medicated and morose anyway, when I even get to it.
you know, in my state you are supposed to alert the police when you see a homeless person, so they can escort them to the shelter. You are not to give them money, only coats and blankets, but who has those in their car they just hand out? food for thought… The poem’s rhythm changes and it throws off the reader, me, but the rain and the sign and the lost look are good.
Stovohobo 
ElshaHawk (LoA) 
Gradual Uprising {LoA}