It is too late
and far too dark,
but there they are.

They are
a sad pair,
two young boys
who stroll the streets
like silent silhouettes
stalking death together.

Their mad mother
kicked them out.
Now, they are afraid
to go back
the way they came
cause violence
waits for them.

Thinking no one cares,
that there is no one there
to lift them from
the cradle of their despair.

Eyes burning
with fatigue
stare at empty air,
as they wear
bodies heavy with
the stress
they share.

They do not
know where
they will sleep.

Still, they keep
comfort in each other,
older to younger
little baby brother.

Cold and uncertain
both of them hurting
they keep moving,
but never get anywhere.