The Endless Street

by Maddie   Nov 12, 2005


He sits alone, plastic cup in hand
His luck has run out, the doors all shut
A million faces pass, some stare with contempt
He sits, he watches, he wastes away

He holds his cup, silent, in grim despair
A tattered plaid shirt, ragged blue jeans
A sunken rib cage, hollow cheeks, blank eyes
Darkness settles, a boy slumps into shadows

Another night with the city’s forgotten
Lit by the glow of his cigarette
He is only a boy, shaped by misfortune
Condemned to the streets for a few bad decisions

But when there’s no exit from the endless street
There’s only the cup, the coins, defeat.

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  • 18 years ago

    by **Just Her**

    Excellent second stanza, dont change a thing on that one. If this is for school you may want to add more puncation (periods, exclamation marks, what not). Your last stanza needs two more lines, so that your poem follows the same order. Other than that I think this poem is amazing. Great Work

  • 18 years ago

    by ASPHYXIATED

    Wow, I really liked the neding on this!
    Em Im a bit confused on what it is about(thats because Im really tired) In parts it strikes me as its about a boy with no home.. like homeless? Im probley wrong but I did like your choice of words and the flow was good! well done on the end i enjoyed it x)

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