Broken Dreams

If only to be like me
Never possessing things
To live like a beggar given things
To be soaked by raindrops
Run down your face
To wash the tears away
If I were royalty bestowed
They would sing my praise
To leave behind immortality
But I have only the soiled earth
For a comforter
Vermin of target stares
Game to children, flies, and fleas
My friends the dogs
They piss on me
To smile a sneer
A mouth of stumps
A head clutching broken dreams
Promises made to myself I could not keep
Promises made to me others knew they would not keep
A young man wandering the streets
A nation’s black sheep
Just another to add to its refuse heap
Just another left for us to weep.

By: Gernan Duncan

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