out in the street was sick of it all packed my bags and left
the people were very cold
had to sleep in the shelter grabage everywhere near cot
the smell of urine in the night tossing and turning was there something I forgot smoked a little weed I had in my pocket nothing could numb the pain from humanities insanity during the day I would go to the soup kitchen never could make my belly full always growling
had enough of the shelter was fed up
so I then discovered the tent city stole a tent from the salvation army
life was still so very shitty would go fishing down by the creak fish were scarce cause many bums would take a leak
but I choose to go it alone wherever I lay my head was my home until the day I met with a local preacher noticing my life was being lived as a late night double feature with head bowed down I chose to give my life to the Lord promising to live on his every word
as I look back now those many years ago
I'm very thankful that I was willing to change my road.
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Mario William Vitale

Mario William Vitale is a twentieth century poet. He has developed a style of free verse. Has written over one thousand poems. more…

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"The Runaway by Mario William Vitale" Poetry.net. STANDS4 LLC, 2017. Web. 25 Nov. 2017. <http://www.poetry.net/poem/46249>.

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