Life's bitter streets

In these dark streets, where shadows twist and moan,
Lives rugged souls, venturing all alone.
They trot on pavements paved with sorrow's cost,
Where the bones of urban legends are lost.

Living rough, on the margins, they lament,
Through concrete jungles, wild and discontent.
These alleys, their fortresses in the night,
They seek solace, by the pale streetlight.

Drunk on life's bitter nectar, they succumb,
To the whiskey's embrace, where demons hum.
Their spirits rise, swaying in the dark air,
Amidst shattered glass, they find solitaire.

Fights break out, amidst the twisted rage,
Echoing pain from a desolate cage.
They battle demons both within and out,
Scars etched like tales, their bodies shout.

But in this chaos, there's a fragile bloom,
Through broken bottles, resilience consumes.
For in the darkest corners, hope is found,
Lost poets arise, their voices unbound.

So, raise a glass to these wandering souls,
With throbbing hearts, they break life's molds.
In this drunken world, this city's strife,
A touch of beauty thrives amidst the strife.