All alone in that lonely road;
a cold night
It rained cat and dog
considering my action;
like the Israelites
but no I affirmed to myself;
It is better to die on the street;
than to die in a house of a murderer
Walking with a lifeless body
A walking dead
without direction;
a scalar quantity
walking through the road of darkness
walking through den of thieves
just wanted to find a shelter
they was nothing to steal from me;
my clothes just wrapped in an Ankara bag
finally found a shelter;
a lightened entrance
Laid my head;
then suddenly a touch;
a touch that raced my heart
begged and begged;
but he took me in
Who could that be?
Was it my angel?
I found hope
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Author:
D\'Poetic Princess (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Sad
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Comments2
Feels like a very desparate and sad road to be traveling, but clearly traveling it for good reason, hopefully it is an angel you found, take care
Yes let see
There is a feeling of aloneness, threat, danger, exposure to the elements, hunger, dirtiness to this poem that feels dark and with little hope. This is countered by the ending statement where hope seeps in just a bit in a question. Nicely written it is raw and cold.
Yes thank you so much, let see what happens
You are most welcome
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