the night is young
the moon is full
and my tears
dry apon my cheeks

the street lights flicker
the wind it howls
and my shoe's
ware down from concrete

the smell is fresh
the pain is real
as my blood
seeps into my shirt

the hunger quivers
the weakness stills
and the shadows
have begun to lerk

these eyes shall wonder
these hands will shake
and will continue
untill replinished

the story unfolds
the path is taken
but this poem
I fear to finish

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