Day: Jan 15, 2023

My youth gets wasted on grimy streets,

It cries for mercy on two bruised knees.

I don’t know how this cruel cycle started,

But I lost the map and got outsmarted.

I used to fight for the bridges I built,

I used to cry if the hero got killed.

Did my values get lost between the pages?

Did I lose my value when I built this cage?

Friends from my past still sing me praises,

They’re quick to bring up the better days.

But I see the bruises on my self-respect,

The bruises those careless people left.

My youth gets wasted on dirty streets,

It begs me to hide underneath the sheets.

I don’t know why I keep chasing the winds.

I lost the maps and I missed the hints.

-Jackie