Lost Souls
Lost Souls..
They walk the streets lost;
like the clutter in the gutter.
Souls lost in turmoil and strife;
shells looking for souls.
Wandering for handouts;
eyes sunken like holes.
A girl selling a piece of hers;
it could be any one of us.
A sign says' "will work for food";
survival is not guaranteed.
Tormented souls of the Boulevard;
lost souls of the nite..
Dennis Lee Martin
Copyright ©2007 Dennis Lee Martin
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