Trembling in the corner,
cold rain overhead,
dark alley consumed my life,
without a home or bed.
Trampled and shaken,
dirty and weak,
the tears down my face,
are washing my cheeks.
Too sad it must be fiction,
yet true as day,
my spirit long since broken,
body tossed astray.
Bloodshot eyes filled with grief,
like hazel tears of pain,
yet still I fight through,
as I sit in the concrete rain.
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Wow. I love the last stanza. Fantastic. The pain in this poem is so tangible. You can almost taste it. But the flickers of hope are still to be seen. I loved this so much. Great job! <3
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