A vagabond, embraced by the filth of the mankind's waste
Gazed upon the day with tainted bliss, will I stand?
For death's grip is assured, longing for the yesterday's blaze.
Vermin from the streets welcomed me with grand.
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Prison of Sorrow, will you stand before me? Your sight was mine, hearts roars with frigidity. Eyes wide and body tightens, can you feel me? To forsake what's wrong or right with glee.... v ery original way of presentation and great use of expressions and words. love your poetry dear poetess. tony