Outsider to this world
Left in the car
Cold weather
Frostbitten digits
Cold shoulders
This is what we live in
Stranger to this land
Told to sit still
Street dangers
Cheap thrills
In this world I die
Ghost in the neighborhood
Drifting around
Left alone and sick
Oozing mind
Forgotten memories
Never fail to haunt me
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Memories melt for time to time. Nicely written
Thank you so much I really appreciate you writing that. I try to write good poetry but my poems are different than yours and I think we are both thinkers and good poets
You are most welcome. How good a poem is is judged by each individual reader and how it touches them at the moment. Good is far different than popular. There are some excellent songs and poems that are not popular. Popularity takes marketing good is a very subjective thing. Keep up the good work it my pleasure to read it.
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