Down Desparate Streets

Down Desparate Streets

A Poem by Geralyn Miller

down 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.

 

     

© 2010 Geralyn Miller


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Geralyn Miller
Geralyn Miller

Phoenix, AZ



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I 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..

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