I think a single tear streamed down my cheek,
Lonely, for the love I seek.
And fell heavy to the marble floor,
I stood upon so firm, with the shoes that morn i wore.
Sometimes a single sanctity,
Is all one has to himself behold.
Within a small town or bigger city.
Alone I am bestowed.
A sympathetic compliment,
Will better any mood.
The notes will softly give lament.
If listened where you stand.
And bring the heart down trampled on,
Of any given man.
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Author:
RSM (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 12th, 2025 08:19
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Comments2
A sense of anomie and isolation pervade this poem. It carries the reader down this street to its inevitable dead end. Nicely written
I get the feel of loneliness and isolation, someone who could do with a bit of company. Well written
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