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No HopeWandering the streets, with no place to rest. You are sick of trying, you have tried your best. You lost it all, you just can't cope. Tears you cry, You have no hope. You are tired and hungry, You wander alone. With no means of shelter, to call your home. It's getting late, the weather is cold. You wish for a blanket, or someone to hold. Embraced by the night, your only friend. You sit back in silence, wishing life would end. Kelley Marie Quinn Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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