Wes

by Mouse - Capricorn - Not entered

His hair is full of tangles and knots
His mind is filled with hate and fear
His eyes are pools of blood
His smile covers up the worry
His family is long gone
His hands are black, caked with dirt
His clothes are filthy, covered with stains
His pockets are filled with nothing but lint
His friends are the rats on the streets
His stomach is empty
His teeth are yellow, rotting away
His home is nothing more than a sidewalk
But his heart is filled with gold

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Date created: 1996-11-04 21:22:34
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:39:06
Poem ID: 45950

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