I WANT TO SHARE SOMETHING TO FIND.
The dark and dirty streets
they forgot their shadows
and rats that populate,
at dawn
back to their dens
without finding food
on a cold night,
at dawn
gutter drunk
between bins
his last dream asleep,
at dawn
Nobody will miss
morning awakening
he never had anything
at dawn
while his body is frozen,
someone will walk dreaming
a man who has lived,
without knowing why.
they forgot their shadows
and rats that populate,
at dawn
back to their dens
without finding food
on a cold night,
at dawn
gutter drunk
between bins
his last dream asleep,
at dawn
Nobody will miss
morning awakening
he never had anything
at dawn
while his body is frozen,
someone will walk dreaming
a man who has lived,
without knowing why.
Woa, this is really nice. It has a hard, dark edge. I like it!
ResponderEliminarI used to read a lot of poetry, well, I still sometimes do but I find most poetry boring these days.