Author

Lost

The Lonely Author

night streets

Lost

He wore his five o’clock shadow
like fine cologne
roaming crowded city streets 
yet so alone

He strolled boulevards and alleys of 
a loveless maze
happy ending became dead ends
along the way

He was a fighter, a rebel, a writer of
words so blue
he was a wanderer forever lost ’til
he found you

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