A Day in My Life

Based off of my life when I was younger. Just to warn you, it's kinda depressing.

Walking down darkened streets,

Treading on broken glass and used needles.

 

Seeing young boys lurking on street corners,

Drinking beers instead of playing games.

 

Looking around for a bench or chair,

Spotting nothing but the curb.

 

Glancing at the hookers strutting along the streets.

Knowing just what drives them to live this way.

 

Ducking into a shadowy alley

As a gang of boys goes noisily by.

 

Feet are sore, yet afraid to sit.

Scared that I might not get back up.

 

Starting the journey back,

Wondering if I’ll be able to make it.

 

Climbing up steep hills and crumbling stairs,

Making my way up to my home in the slums.

 

Finally reaching my destination,

I open the door to the apartment.

 

A horrid stench rushes out to greet my nostrils,

Smelling of feces, urine, and rotting food.

 

Going into the kitchen for a bite to eat,

Trying not to step on the maggots crawling out of the trash.

 

Stopping short at the sight of moldy food on the table,

My appetite rapidly disappears.

 

Suddenly feeling weary,

I decide to go take a nap in my room.

 

Tiptoeing through the living room,

So I don’t wake my mother passed out on the couch.

 

Collapsing in my room, I begin to sob.

All the loneliness and despair pouring out.

 

Staring up at the ceiling,

I can’t help but wonder why.

 

Why I’m forced to live like this,

In this miserable, desolate existance.