The Lost Boys


They stroll and post up on
concrete slabs while dark clouds
follow in synchronized order

on a mission to nowhere, held up
by failed dreams, these are
the lost boys of lost young daughters

unprepared to deal, buck naked
to the cold ways of a cold world,
caught up in the corners of their eyes

where they stiffen and rot
next to prisoners of past hurts, old cries
and older brothers who’ve already died

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