I lost myself
a thousand years ago ,
hiding in the streets
in plain sight.
People
passing
over me,
yesterday’s garbage
of unknown descent.
I grew
feral,
wild as the stray cats
which kept me company.
Too many liars,
too many thieves
stealing
stardust wonder
and dreams
from babies’
eyes
that once sparkled,
like the crystals
in the snow
and the stars
in the skies.
I never knew that though.
I thought that was
life.
It was my life.
Sometimes
when it rains …
heavy in my soul,
I’m transported back
and walk ….
the endless
cold streets
of my memories.
I’m transported back
and walk ….
the endless
cold streets
of my memories.
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