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May 2016
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Walking alone
in the heart of the city
Feeling the strain
as the skyscrapers wail
Wondering lost
like a dog with no owner
Broken apart
but still wagging my tail
Begging for scraps
in the alleys of sorrow
Chasing a cat
up a fictitious tree
Crossing the street
against oncoming traffic
Nothing to scratch
no not even a flea
Wondering if
some will reach down and pet me
Show me some love
that I’ve not felt in days
Give me a bite
of their ham and cheese sandwich
Maybe a chip
from that new bag of Lays
I know they won’t,
I can sense hesitation
It’s in their eyes
they can’t see in my heart
They’ll never know
it is shattered and broken
Nothing remains
every since we did part
So here I walk
with no leash tied to guide me
Grinding my teeth
on a discarded bone
A mangy old mutt
who has no one to love him
Roaming the streets
of this city, alone
Stephan
Written by
Stephan  Camp Johnson Crossing NW
(Camp Johnson Crossing NW)   
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