A distant streetlight
Seems to call your name
Its flickering
Vibrates the pain
Its angled shadow
Layed to ground
The silence echoes
So very loud.
A deserted street
Patched with rain
An express train
Within the brain
Battered hopes
Forlorn dreams
In gutters move
In thoughtful streams.
A heartbeat flutters
Without a friend
Its noble attempt
To transcend
This bitter pain
Its gnawing teeth
Of tragic loss
This lonely street.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Comments5
A vivid image poetically painted but there may be more in metaphor in this cold and desolate picture where the inner workings of the individual may be represented. Well done Norman
appreciated, thanking you
You are most welcome Norman
A quite familiar street scene in expressive poetry🕊️🙏
thanks for read, always appreciated my friend
My friend, “The silence echoes / So very loud” lands beautifully. It captures that strange emotional paradox where isolation itself becomes overwhelming noise inside the mind. Strong piece, Norman. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
thanking you for read, always much appreciated
Good write N.
Why, yes, we know why it's a lonely street - they all got tired of waiting for the bus and went home - or walked to town! lol. You thought you saw a No 7 bus, but it was only in your dreams? lol.
Only a mirage, near an oasis, saw the no 7 lol
Those streets can often be in our minds Norman, super write.
Andy
most kind,thanking you much appreciated read
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