Walk the streets from dawn till dusk,
Wandering this world of concrete land.
Under a freeway is where i might sleep,
A pillow of rock or in the dirt, behind a tree.
I hold onto a name but who will care,
Not so much of a man to those whom stare.
Bathe in a hole of water not clean,
I have a heart and feelings though some may not see.
I have only a home of where i might sit,
There are times that i beg to keep myself alive.
Dirty clothes, if i’m lucky a face clean shaved,
One day where i rest will be heaven so clear.
I’ll no longer be dead in this hell that i fear,
A nowhere man fore that’s who i am.
How have i come to be here, hard to understand.
Keith Garrett
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Sooo passionate and gut wrenchingly raw. Heartfelt emotions dude. Respect.
This is awesome Keith! Been there, done that, thank u Lord, not there anymore!
Blessings to you!
very nice, I felt lonely just reading, but the thought of Heaven means hope, I liked that quite a bit
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Haunting. I dig it.
Thanks for reading
On Tue, Aug 11, 2015 at 8:20 PM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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That’s very thought provoking, very touching yes I’d say it’s haunting as well
Thanks for reading
On Wed, Aug 12, 2015 at 1:49 PM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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