Almost Home This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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Alone I walk
through the boarded-up streets of home
over the dirty streets
stained by the loss of childhood
reeking of mediocracy
I walk past the alleys
and the school
where more lives were swallowed
than I dare to count
I stop in front of an old house
where Mrs. Jones always used to hold out her arms to us children
inviting us inside
and I remember how I never ran as fast as I could have
to eat the cookies she made for us
I walk past all the houses where artists, musicians, lovers, dreamers
all settled for a picket fence.
A lamplight lights my way
as I turn for home.
There must be others like me who walk
At night.



This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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