A streetlight dim and miserable.
Burns reluctantly in grief
The rooftops damp and shining
Sympathy vacant on this street.
An echo of my past
Smiles a crooked smile
In intensity and sorrow
Recites words to the crowd.
The shadows of a strange town
Drunk and in despair
Calls loudly to its people
They observe without care.
Upon a park bench I slept
Without notice or complaint
Until dawns chill awakened me
A poet once again.
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nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Your poem pictured a town so cold and detached from the misery and isolation of the person sleeping on the bench park! Yet they keep the fire in their poet heart! Great story telling…
thank you for your kind words much appreciated
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