Water Street Poem by Angelica Duardo

I’m so lost
Will I ever find myself again?
Hurts so much
How could I ever lose my pride in there?

Should I jump out my window
And crash my dreams on Water Street?
Should I wait and calm myself down?
Or will it all get more obscene on Water Street?

To see that days pass
And I’m still here
Wishing to be somewhere else
But here

Walk down these aisles
Full of glow, alone
Wondering if I’ll fall down
On the floor

Far from home
I had to find a place to call my own
I still feel
So vulnerable, so insecure you see

I see that days pass
And I’m still here
Wishing to be someone else
But me

I stroll down roads
Full of gold, alone
I fall, break my hope
And cry my pains

Should I jump out my window
And crash my dreams on Water Street?
I’ve cried out for help before
But no one seems to care for me
I’m all alone
On Water Street I’ll crash my dreams

Should I fly down towards the pavement
And wet these streets with liquid dreams?
Break my pains like cracking bones
So I will feel no more remorse
I’ve lost my hope
On Water Street I’ll crash my dreams

Beauty seems to disappear with time
All that’s left are memories
Couldn’t find a place to call my own
They crashed my hope now I’m lost, alone
My dreams were found on Water Street

Life once belonged to me, now’s gone