#229 of 365 – “the walk of poor boys”

“the walk of poor boys”

 

I see the walk

of poor boys

so loud

and alone

waiting

for their chance

to grow strong

in the bone

standing

in streets

as if they’re streets

that they own

sitting on stoops

like the stoops

are their thrones

and all the world’s

knowledge

is already

known

the burned out

broken people

they’re seen as,

disowned

 

 

 

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About Blackbird

Poet, sculptor, writer, spouse, parent, crazy person - not necessarily in that order.
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4 Responses to #229 of 365 – “the walk of poor boys”

  1. Starralee says:

    Oh wowza, so painful. Well done.

  2. pi314chron says:

    Even a camera couldn’t capture the essence of these poor, “lost boys” as you did in these few marvelously-chosen words. I feel like crying…………… 😦

    • Blackbird says:

      Uhhhmmm……thank you? But I know what you mean, Ron. It’s difficult see them…difficult to be annoyed by them…difficult to want to do something, difficult to not want to do anything…difficult to know there are so many of them.

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