As I Walk
The black sea of faces
I meet in the street,
With hunched backs
from a menacing gory despair,
Sweeping across the land
like a flood of monsters,
And dry lips a stamp left by
the ravages of hunger,
With gloomy eyes poppin
sluggishly at me,
As if I am an exotic piece of cheese
from Honolulu,
Making me feel like a fresh sandwich
inbetween molded bread,
Wishing I could Snape back to where I was,
And forget the nightmares people trudge
in daylight,
For the nightmares drain all the flikers of hope left in me,
Hope of a better future
that I have always dreamt.
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