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 © Morgen Farmer | Year Posted 2017
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