Left in these Streets, by Tyler Cedric Golden Subscribe to rss feed for Tyler Cedric Golden

You watch me, blood stricken, sitting here on this Earth,
Wondering, for what it’s worth,
Thinking, is my life really going anywhere,
Am I moving on with confidence and courage, or am I just
frozen scared?
I don’t know and in a sense I don’t care,
I just want to know if there is any one out there,
To help guide my life among the stars,
To help me through these times that are so very hard,
I’ve pushed myself so very far,
And I progressed on playing my cards,
To a better direction, a better way,
I wish someone could please come and save me today,
Right now, here at this moment and place,
I close my eyes and see no face,
No remembrance no thought of another,
Not even a tiny glimpse of my mother,
I found out soon, I easily discovered,
That I was abandoned left alone,
Without a family, or a home,
I feel so angry, so very mean,
About what my eyes have overlooked or left unseen,
So abandoned, so spaced,
I can’t find my place,
This confusion is twisting my being around and around,
I sit here in this rainy town,
And then look down,
Onto the ground,
Wondering if below this surface is where I will be,
I don’t know, but I do know, is wherever I end up, it’s
because of what these streets have done to me. 
Posted: 2009-05-13 16:15:34 UTC

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