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
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