Torn Dungarees
Become a
Premium Member
and post notes and photos about your poem like Emile Pinet.
In alleys devoid of light;
teenagers sleep on the street.
And fear arrives late at night;
to feed upon their conceit.
Delusions exchanged for lies,
they panhandle in the park.
And tears trickle from young eyes;
watching hunger carve its mark.
Drugs ease their physical pain;
not their frustration and doubt.
For their monsters can't be slain;
on the fringes of burnout.
Scrounging in torn dungarees;
youth confronts brutality.
And fragmented memories
are lost to reality.
As hypocrisy walks by,
some street teens barely survive.
And if fledgling birds can't fly,
can they ever feel alive?
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2016
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment