Deep, Dark Secret


Dedicated to my mom, Mary Williams, who was a strong writer and my inspiration.

A dark, dusty, dirty, very lonely street
Is where thousand of homeless sleep.
Some with not even shoes on there feet...
What in this world do they eat?
A deep, dark, secret, that dwells within themselves,
Left mournful, horrible, very sad
Makes the homeless ugly and mad.
But those who think this is a bad, wicked, evil world.
Are those who just don't care, think their being fair,
built up with so much resentment, and hostile
it's okay-for a while.
Years go by, it's still the same.
No one wants to take the blame.
But as black as this may seem,
The world is a raven to all those who just can't see.

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