Under the arches at London Bridge

Sweating, sinking,
Sodden shape.
Sagging slowly.

Stay the shadows
Settle. Safe.

Sleep,
Shivering.

Surviving.

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Hiding

Bad.
Rotten to the core.
Not sure there’s goodness in you
Anymore.

Anger.
Fire and ice.
If anyone crosses you they’d better think
Twice.

Bitter.
Bile and spit.
No love left inside, not one little
Bit.

Lonely.
Shadow and pain.
Make sure no-one hurts you ever
Again.