The chill wind burns
Reddened eyes
Hat slightly tilted
Yesterday cried
Tomorrow collar
To the rain
So little left
No one to blame.
The dampened street
Offers no refrain
No helping hand
Or smiling frame
The strangers pass
Eyes never to meet
Each on a mission
On a deadend street.
Each footfall grimmaces
No bird song
No traffic sound
Its heartbeat gone
The circle squared
Tomorrows pain
Each tear hidden
By falling rain.
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nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Good write N. Got that brolly?!
Its needed this weather lol
I really like this one it paints a picture true in life and metaphor. The mood is sad and this is accompanied by great images. Well done
thanking you its much appreciated
You are most welcome
The poem explores themes of isolation, despair, and the passage of time, reflecting on the emotional burden that individuals carry as they navigate their lives in a seemingly indifferent world. It captures the essence of human loneliness and the struggle to find connection amidst chaos.
thanking you for spot on comments, much appreciated
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