The streets are no place for anyone
For there is nothing but trouble
People have become a shell
Life for them is pure hell
Days come and go
There sadly, is nothing but darkness
Everything is a mystery
Due to the huge amount of uncertainty
-
Author:
The Brooklyn Six Project™ (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 4th, 2016 12:34
- Category: Nature
- Views: 20
Offline)
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.