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A poem about a homeless little boy. Sad, but it happens.. -_-" ( **Completely from my head! I never witnessed this in real life, I just know it happens.. alot..)

I walk down the street
as the asphalt cuts into my feet.
Life is so cold
when you've got no one to hold...
No one's willing to take me in,
they act as if I had committed a sin.
Nobody's willing to give me a chance.
To them, I'm just a pest, like the ants..
When times get hard,
I crawl into someone's yard..
I just sit there, hiding in fear,
hoping no one notices me and my tears.
I now feel myself slipping away,
sickened from a cold winter day.
I guess that's how it has to be..
At least I get to see my family.

Author's Note

Don't judge my style!! Edgar Allan Poe was depressing too, even more so than me, and he is an AMAZING poet. <3

Reviews

[Empty Spaces]

hes the best. i love your style you better keep it up :)