War on Poverty? May .21. 2013 | Page 5

Here I lie

Bound to the very streets that made me

Worked me, enslaved

Exiled and forsaked me

How crazy I must be now

To think that they’ll come save me

Trapped in dark fog with no love

I see no hope

Clinging to the dream of one day returning home

Cast out by the moon, the stars, and the cars rolling by

Still like a leaf on the ground with no wind to take me high

Still like an ocean

Absent of its waves

Meaningless purposeless

My only light is the grave "Corey"

The sun paints the road a bright lit orange

as it climbs over the horizon

it feels so strange

seeing the light again

climbing so far

just to fall

i wish i could soar like a star

Damn it all!!

It's been so hard

figthting, scratching, surviving

trying to stand

my heart, once filled with the dark,

cold chill in my home

can be now be bathed in light

Everything, once hidden from my sight ,

has been revealed

and my fears and worries killed

my hope restored, once more

my ship has come; i see the shore "Hashim"

It goes away, only to come back again

i used it all day,

til it became weary and drained

now darkness falls upon me

scared and alone

fear clouds my mind

sending chills through my bones

Like my hope the sun has gone down

but soon it will come back around

i wait and wait until it shines bright

to compare and see which has more light "Jose"