catmartan
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life
People living on the streets
tucked away,with naked feet
tears that cry so cold
broken and torn apart
heart so full of holes
the life inside is dark
that stare is so still
with hands no one can feel
what bought them
to this place
what is the story
behind the empty face
so visible but invisible
still no one seem to care
we ignore continue to walk by
with no hello's or goodbye's.
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COMMENTS
scash102 says: Familiar territory, very similar.very dark and deep poem. |
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