Street Life
The bags under his eyes,
hung heavy, weighed down
by cold nights and occasional
fights, over disputed terrority.
Inflated by street life.
Dark circles shade cracked
eyelids and blistered skin, on
a once handsome face.
Now, sallow thin.
A hoarse voice, begging for change.
With each donated coin, life remained
the same, as the day before and a
thousand more.
...
Monday 12th June 2017 10:25 pm
Battling the cold
Battling the cold
An ice-cold dawn
breathed Baltic breezes
sinking their teeth
into brittle bones.
Pounding pain
in fragile feet.
Monday 12th June 2017 3:00 am
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