The Lost Boy's Poem by Amos Greig

The Lost Boy's



Urban concrete jungle
In the twilight hours
This is where the lost boys are.

Kaleidoscope eyes,
Discordant vowels
These are the marks the lost boys make.

Electronic beats,
Songs of angst
These are the sounds the lost boys need.

Sad panda eyes,
Downward faces
The war paint of the lost boys.

Drum boogie,
Anti fashion,
This is what the lost boys wear.

Rejected by society,
Reminders of youth since lost
This is who the lost boys are.

Two o'clock shadows
Artificial mist provides cover
As the lost boys slip home.

On the dance floor,
By the bar
This is where the lost boys are.

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