Places Leave Scars
Places leave scars
the more you're left
without any of
your trusted friends.
The days grow long.
You're left sulking
and despondent as
all hope is slain.
You wander out.
The sun is warm.
You walk on bridges
and watch the skies.
The blighted streets
where man feels pain,
your boyhood is gone.
You stand alone.
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