Lost Youth

midnight tunesmidnight tunes Posts: 96
edited February 2008 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
I have been fed by unknown friends
The concrete is where I found rest
The swelling of my steps,
marked the beginning of saying
"I love you"
The cardboard took away the chill
of the night,
while most think it is shelter
When a mattress was found
among dirt,
I came to believe
I was near death and was
nursed back to health through
silence
Thank you for the beer and smokes,
they are actually hard to come by,
I owe you..
I will always remember the print
of your satchel
and will remain grateful for the
awakening
love is free
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