Each shadow
By moonlight falls
Distant is
The coming dawn
Each streetlight
That paves a way
Flickers wild
Like thoughts astray.
The heavy breath
Of time relates
Each passing moment
Touching fate
Each lonely step
Echoes out
In silence
The mind to shout.
The heart that beats
A steady drum
Is measure of
What youve become
In solitude
Beside the crowd
The lonely streets
Speak so loud.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: When the day becomes cold I often think of the lonely and the homeless
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Comments6
Good write N. Yes me too. Especially if they have a pet dog too. I start thinking more of the dog than the person sometimes - sentimental.
Lonely streets here and deserted - they given up waiting for that bus and gone home - or walked to town! lol.
I took a taxi today, it dropped me at the bus stop lol
Oh no! lol.
A poem of social need a longing for company. There is a strange sadness that hangs in the air with each breath in the cold. Nicely written Norman
thanking you, much appreciated friend
You are very welcome
That loudness can be deafening and assaulting. Powerful poem here dear friend. 👍🏻🕊️
thanks and appreciation my friend
Most welcome N 👍🏻🕊️
Powerful.
much appreciated, thanks my friend
Norman, this one hit close to home. I've had nights when even a long walk couldn't clear my head. Really felt this one, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
much appreciation and thanks my friend
Wonderful words Norman, that loneliness can be so desponding for some.
Andy
thanking you, glad it hit home, much appreciated
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