STRANGE TOWN

nephilim56

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.

 

  • Author: nephilim56 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 8th, 2023 06:35
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  • Parisab

    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…

    • nephilim56

      thank you for your kind words much appreciated



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