The Intersection of Ugly and Dirty

My nights are worn in coats of filth and dreary sometimes...the sound of thunder rumbles far in the distance where I use to live kicked out of my home at fourteen for reasons I can't wrap my head around teenage defiance I guess I live now on the corner of nowhere at the intersection of ugly and dirty where the hot city winds blow the scum of society across fractured streets like crumbled candy paper I'm numb to the cold emptiness that haunts the pit of my stomach no one cares no one knows who I am or where I am each night is a long journey through hell I pull my collar up and await its storm I've been bought and sold many times and have become a soul-less street commodity I live in the moment tomorrow is foreign... it's only a dream that stays on the outskirts of my nightmares so I wander...trying to survive the pimps, the robbers, the drugs, the utter loneliness that color the gray world of my existence I would cry...but, who would hear? in the distance, I hear thunder rumbling and the sound of my footsteps moving away from it each step growing fainter I've quit wondering if anyone was home 6/14/18 Abandon Poetry contest sponsor...Brenda Chiri