No Place Left Where 2 Go
No where to go
No where to stay
Money
Money
Money
Home is where the rain drops fall
upon my hat
Late , late after midnight on the
street's and steps of derelict
condemned boarded up building's
But still it is far safer and better to
be rained upon than venture on inside
As shadows however remote they
seem even if you strap oneself to
the crumbling decaying ceiling
Will find a way to climb the walls and
stow away inside your soul
And death will not come quickly enough
to save you from awakening to
The dawning light piercing through the
crack's the boarding failed to cover up
That the leftovers broke in order to
break in
Copyright © Christopher Flaherty | Year Posted 2022
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