“Ill-fated”

Damp alley,

Cold and wet.

Living here I truly regret.

Seeing how the world’s gone bad,

Knowing now not to get mad.

When a curve ball goes your way

Show a smile and shine it all day.

But too bad this place’s gone in smoke.

A day with no sunshine or hope

Is the place I live in today

In this messed up world, with no place to sing and play.

I show the true colors of hate to this home,

And take down the wall I learned to control.

In this dungy alley,

Rat-infested and all

I’ve learned to call it home,

Summer to Fall.

End.

A/N: Poem one of “Annemarie” in the “Child Labor Arc”.