𝕋𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕧𝕒𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕖: A collection of poems and opinions

2

Wandering through streets alone

 My heart cries

 Living without a home

 Time does anything but fly

 Dancing for each penny

 Struggling for clothes and food

 Earning looks from many 

I let them kill any mood

Winters, Summers and Rains

Preparation for none

Will Power to go through the pain

For years at once I have done

Rags and Torn shoes

Dry bread and water for food

This is not the life I wanted to choose

Stronger than ever I will someday conclude