I am a savage of the street
contained in me are the images of friends
murdered, shot,
fatally wounded in front of me
the knife
the gun
somehow always turned away from me
at the last moment
I write to change my life
but the images never leave
the blood won't wash away
the blood that dripped on my hands
when I held their heads and listened to dieing words
I turn the pages of my life
but the savage lurks within me
reminding me
I was slatted for death
but I escaped
with a savage implanted in my heart...

Jason L Yurcic