Under the Bridge

Tattered clothes and broken toys
litter the ground
amongst constant noise.

Papers fly and litter the dirt
that serves as a bed
for those who have no worth.

Fires die out and cold sets in
for these hopeless hearts
who will never win.

© Autumn Siders 2017

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