Life On the Streets
Life on the streets
Written 9-2-07
It's a cold bitter night
With nothing but garbage to eat
Wrapped in a shredded blanket
A little stuffed animal to comfort
Worrying that death approaches around the corner
Thinking night will never end
Now huddled in a warm corner
Closing the eyes to dream of wealth
Shadows fall nearby
Being beaten and tortured
No one near to help
Covered in bruises and stained with blood
Tears down the cheeks
Crying to fall asleep
Morning beginning a suffering day
Kneeling on the ground begging for money
Just one bite of real food
Being stared at and called names
Smelling from a lack of hygiene
Weakness in the body
Nothing but skin and bones
Longing for a piece of food
Hiding in a dark corner
Laying on the ground Closing the eyes
Never seeing the light again
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