walking worn streets
passing alleyways
I see them again
they are standing where they always do
I yearn to join them
but cannot
for I am coal
they sneer their distaste
"go home," they growl
"you're not welcome"
dogs in the alleyway
bark as they chase a cat
poor cat
cat that is coal
we are coal
not wanted
***** filth
better burned
longing to be wanted
we are not
for we are coal
when will they see
that within the coal
there is a diamond
waiting to shine
Sep 9, 2013
Sep 9, 2013 at 3:28 PM UTC
walking worn streets
passing alleyways
I see them again
they are standing where they always do
I yearn to join them
but cannot
for I am coal
they sneer their distaste
"go home," they growl
"you're not welcome"
dogs in the alleyway
bark as they chase a cat
poor cat
cat that is coal
we are coal
not wanted
***** filth
better burned
longing to be wanted
we are not
for we are coal
when will they see
that within the coal
there is a diamond
waiting to shine
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