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Click hereYou were a street urchin
told your pecking order
slinking in the shadows.
I remember.
You survived the street wars
licking your wounds and hurts
your mind eased with drugs and drink.
I remember.
The shadows still haunt you
glimpses of a hellish past
emptiness your confidiant.
I remember.
Now, the truth comes to light.
Who you really are
your me!...your me.
I remember now.
As always. Wonderful
imagery here, I loved
The shadows still haunt you
glimpses of a hellish past
emptiness your confidiant.
I remember.
Fantastic Poetry
Loved it!
~ J
of a past existence we might feel detached from but that we must eventually acknowledge.
now the casual highways recalling lifes back roads in past memories that shiver the bone. great and inspirational poetry
Wow~ I was taken by surprise here. A wonderful poem.
The bad was bad in the streets. Imagery here just jumps out at ya. Loved it~~!!