It seems like yesterday,
no longer allowed to stay.
My fault,I didn't listen to you,
hell I was drinking too.
Now against my will,
my new home is the
street, and will
be till I get back
on my feet.
With my friend the bottle,
by my side,
one of us has to take a ride.
The cold night air is killing me,
making me feel numb.
I am not naked, but I
might as well be,
it's the way people,
stare at me.
This situation has to end,
a light at the end of
the tunnel, is hard to see,
please God have faith in me.
A contest entry
- IT'S NOT DARK YET, BUT IT'S GETTING THERE... by cheaphotelsign.
425 points, ended September 1, 2008, 9 entries
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Comments
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very lyrical...flows well...a heavy write full of material easy to relate to...the last four lines are my favorites...well done and thank you for this entry...best wishes
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Thank you for your comments Carl.
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