Down Desparate StreetsA Poem by Geralyn Millerdown desparate streets the boy runs, weeping seas of tears. He throws the gun; no longer angry, no longer brave, just terrified and lost. He runs. Runs from the blood, and the fear; away from his victim. Crying for his Mama.
All his tears cannot return life to the other boy, who no longer runs down deparate streets. The other boy, the boy he murdered. The boy whose Mama cries for him.
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Added on August 27, 2010 Last Updated on August 27, 2010 AuthorGeralyn MillerPhoenix, AZAboutI was born in the year of the Dragon, and am prone to roaring for amusement's sake. I have been writing poetry since I was eight. That's right, fifty years of poetry, all written in longhand. In ad.. more..Writing
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