Under the heat of the day,
Walking the barren streets of pain.
This life is of a constant distress.
My weak and trembling hands,
Grasp tightly together..
My eyes hold a fear.
So many long to understand.
A hunger that I've long learned to ignore..
Grips at me.
The dust and dirt.
Clings almost as well as these tattered clothes.
My eyes water unwillingly.
Fate seems to take a rough hand.
My body is failing..
My mind has weakened.
I'm so lonely and terrified.
But showing these tears that threaten,
Will do no good.
There's nothing left.
No one left.









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