I live on a black street,
Filled with despair.
I wake up daily,
Clinging to the feeling of despondency,
My heart is decorated with somberness.
I feel voracious,
But here I am,
Listening to the songs of victory,
Sung by hunger, in my belly.
I am a scrounger,
I live by panhandling,
But look!
The streets are desolate.
I stare forlornly,
My world seems gloomy,
My days are reckoned with grief.
They disperse palliatives,
From house to house,
But who am I?
A mere Vagrant!
I live at the mercy of pedestrians.
©Marvy
My favorite girl…more inspiration darling…
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