A NEW SUN BEGINS TO DIE

The sound of boots hit asphalt

An echo through the street

A nervous gaze and shallow breath

Just one of the insipid

Where am I heading?I hope that

To a place that's dimly lit

A place where I can lay my head

And give rest to my feet

But what I found was concrete walls

Place full of screams and scorn

A place of winter, Ice cold storms

A place I call my own