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As I lie on the Street
By sarahh
03 March 2008
Inside the brain of the people we ignore on the streets.

Crackling music rings through my ears,
and the blistering heat tans more then my skin.
All alone, sitting on the curb waiting for sympathy
to walk down the street where I lay.
I feel sick and hopeless, I am waiting for Christ to
take me away, reviewing my life past, I will not see
his comforting faith. Reviewing my past I will not
feel his warming embrace. This blistering heat is my fate,
if I were so fortunate.

My black finger tips and polluted face, my tangled hair,
my regretful eyes, my bitter mind that can not think
without a hint of eccentric. A collection of calamity that
would seem discreet then, should grow like ivy upon my
weathered home until the day turns into darkness, and
I can not escape, I can not change.

Family that once tried to establish my life, they gave into
the skepticism and regret that the devil that exists inside
of me lead them to belief. The demon won't set me free
no matter how much I cry, regardless of how much I pray.
They will not leave, not for a second.

Please someone help me. Do not let me down. Despite
of everything wrong, I still believe I can be saved. Even with
all my mistakes, and my awful habits I can still be beautiful.





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Written by audrie (451 comments posted) 6th March 2008
wonderful, empathetic poem, Sarah. It is sad that people who are lost don't even merit a glance from the majority of others. 
Well done to bring it to our notice.

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