THE HORRID STREETS

Status: Finished

THE HORRID STREETS

Status: Finished

This content is spam! Only visible to super-moderators.
THE HORRID STREETS THE HORRID STREETS

Poem by: Philip Roberts

Genre: Literary Fiction

Houses:

Poem by: Philip Roberts

Details

Genre: Literary Fiction

Houses:

Summary

The hopelessness of life bfor street folk.

Summary

The hopelessness of life bfor street folk.

Content

Submitted: January 17, 2011

A A A | A A A

Content

Submitted: January 17, 2011

A A A

A A A


I walk upon the horrid streets
And I must feel forlorn,
My hopes, my dreams have flown away
As though they’d never been born.

I live upon the Western streets
And receive abuse and scorn,
From foul-mouthed swine and harridans
All my promises gone.

The torrid streets are killing me
And all those milling round,
Our dreams of moving on have died
So now we’re moving down.

We’re moving down to
Barkly Street
Where only losers move,
We’re facing evil lies and scorn
Slander and foul abuse.

I’m living in the torrid streets
Now all my hopes have died,
I walk upon the concrete streets
Just hoping to survive.

THE END
© Copyright 2011
Philip Roberts


© Copyright 2016 Philip Roberts. All rights reserved.

Add Your Comments:

Philip Roberts is a member of:

Share This: