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Empty Streets

Sunday, February 28, 2010


I’m walking down an empty street,
No one I particularly care to meet.
Moonlight shining bright above me,
Casting shadows as far as I can see.
I want to be alone but I am lonely,
I want to be loud in a place that is quiet.
The faces I want to see float before me,
Their voices mock me from far away.
Trapped in a cage of isolation,
Trapped in a cage of my own making.
I used to be free, I used to be alive.
Now I just feel like part of the hive.
I gaze up at the stars as I walk,
The cold white light in a sky that is stark.
I wish I may, I wish I might.
Feel just a spark on this cold dark night.
I’m walking down an empty street,
No one I particularly care to meet.
But on the chance our paths may cross,
Don’t step on my heart where it’s just been tossed.

Posted by Unknown at 1:26 PM  

Labels: Isolation, Lonely, Poetry

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