Homeless
I was born out of hopelessness.
To a family, I am not possessed.
Those loving faces were all a dream.
I am dragged into loneliness, it seems.
I guess it’s time for me to be stricken.
I will not abide by the shocks that sicken!
The pain that should make me forget…
No cavalry is not coming I bet.
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