Lost Souls

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    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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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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