Afraid

I'm living alone in my shadow
Fierce eyes stare at me 
Their voices haunt me
They only notice my mistakes
The faded sun ignores me

I beg the world for change
I received a couple of cents
Sometimes I walk in my neighborhood
Graffiti is tagged on the church 
Homeless people are living in gutters

I once a saw 
A rose that grew from concrete 
But a stiff breeze 
Swept it away for 
The sun's radiance to devour

Autumn kept the children away
While stormclouds took their parents
Away to never be seen again
Only ambiguity raised a lost generation
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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January 6, 2017 at 2:48 PM
This is an absolute gem of a poem.... And it;s so true and painfully honest, and I know firsthand that this is how you describe it. An absolute 7 from me.
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January 4, 2017 at 9:44 PM
The word play is brilliant in this piece, Morgen. Only ambiguity raised a lost generation. Sounds like our Aboriginals.
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