Wasted by Leah Grace O’Brien

I walk through this wasteland that is my life

Metal yard

Bruised arms

There is no salvation here

Only broken glass and a highway bridge

The cold sun stretches over the concrete

I clasp my hands together and breathe hard

I want to forget

Drunken howls in the night

The urine soaked sidewalk

I search for something

I find empty pockets

I’m all alone

But it’s quite alright

-written in 2002

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