Youth; us kids that roam
the streets like stray cats, prowling.
Slip through the crisp dusk,
grainy silhouettes traced, smudged
on the forsaken sidewalk.
Gleaming eyes; shiver.
Silence, a bitter absence.
Ready to crumble
Locked: broken past, torn future
Past, like a house of frail cards.
roads, traced on the map,
carved into the earth’s frail skin;
like tattoos, painful.
Wheels grind the pebbles beneath.
Wanderlust. Thirsty heart. Drive.
of our presence; company.
Our eyes like candles,
Guiding us through the brisk night.
Pristine air, fresh, almost sweet…