Howard Johnson

Rookie (7 22 62 / provo)

Fatague - Poem by Howard Johnson

The mercy for those
Who have loved
On dirty streets failing fatigue
Runs in its course
Is there pity
From those watching
The pain, just a feeling.
Like a dull dagger
While resting.
My throat is strained
there I sit, Speechless
hand put fourth
Begging with those who have nothing.
Confused where does the road fork
Darkness hide direction
The light of the moon speaks,


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Poem Submitted: Friday, August 31, 2012



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