Hobo Poem by Hannah Smith

Hobo



</>A forgotten face
Calmly stares into this broken place
Where it hears sounds of familiar screaming
The aroma has become our fears
Enough to bring honest tears
Slowly burning into the cracks

A glance behind
No words from the kind
Just unheard sighs
An unknown dream that dies
The loud silence still lives on.

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