The StreetsA Poem by MelloncolliemeA poem about being homeless and alone with too much time to think.The Streets
My eyes close and my head falls on top of my backpack makeshift pillow, and my two cheap lint-trap blankets hold and seperate me from the cold.
The autumn leaves coat the ground and give a little cushion to the road though im young and new to this, this way of life makes me feel so old.
My dreams have long been buried with my childhood from years ago. I once left flowers where they lie but now i cannot even find the stone.
I sit and watch the days pass by with every opportunity i once held close. Im tired of standing in line after line and searching for food before I'm nothing but bone.
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StatsAuthorMelloncolliemePhiladelphia, PAAboutHi, my name is Matthew. I am a very opinionated young man. I've been playing and writing music, lyrics, poems, and random ramblings and stories since i was a teenager. I would like to think that I do .. more..Writing
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