The Little Lost Boy Poem by chad fisher

The Little Lost Boy



Sometimes I feel like living
Sometimes I feel like dying
I'm tired of all the crying
I want to be thriving.
I walk down the street
Watching my feet
And the air does not bring joy
Nor does a person's smile
Inside I feel like a lost and lonely boy
Crying all the while.

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chad fisher

chad fisher

Hattisburg Mississipi
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