Young Neglect
Oh, clear sky you speak to me.
Let me bask in the sun and weep to thee.
Stumbling across the pavement,
Thinking “this is my home” if I can’t pay rent.
Take me sauntering down the street
On a surreptitious retreat
Where no one knows my name.
I’ve seen the best of my days slip past me.
I would have said that “I’m not fine”
But no one asked me.
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