in the shadows
i stand
on wobbly toes
like a staggering scarecrow
my eyes wide
hands clasped
hoping for warmth
for hope
for a home
i collaspe into the wall
my back claps against the cold
liquid falls from my eyes
from my fingers
and in the corner of this world
i cry.
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PoesíaCopyright © All rights reserved. By Kingsley Summer. ~ Don't you just wish our world was filled with more honest beings? Honesty is something more or less of us lack. We freely speak the words in our minds, but aloud we are silent. There seems to be...
