It's looking like another one of those nights.
Fresh from the hearth of a maelstrom's order and repugnancy.
I grab my things, walk out the door,
And pass by all the things that welcome me.
About a corner of the way, a man, homeless,
Is sitting inside of a bus stop one by one.
The cardboard he carries with him is soaked by harsh and gentle rain,
But I keep going all the same.
Further down the pedway, the streetlamps glisten in contrast to the unknowingly clouded skies.
The air I breath in that moment is colder than all the others, but it is of no alarm.
I bask in their beauty whilst I glide;
Light upon my face and darkness in my mind.
A little later, right to the edge of the corner I call my own,
Sirens are firing off, and the authorities are geared to contain.
Turns out the Freemen are throwing fire again,
And riot shields are enforced to stop them.
"Oh well" I remark.
Nothing to do with me, so I shrug.
This path I tread has always been walked alone,
And it'll stay that way, until I make it home.
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Author:
Nicholas Browning (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Hello my friends. I must inform you that I am deeply sorry for my week-long inactivity. I've been very busy with work, and the like. I will do my best to go and read as much wonderful poetry as I can, as I have missed a bit. And no, Orch, I'm not dead. lol. Anyways, enjoy this humble work. Just something I thought of while laying in bed. I'll see you guys soon. See ya later!
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This is very powerful Nicholas. I love the story it tells although a bit sad........
It is indeed a bit sad. Thank you very much Lorna for your words and thoughts 😀
So pleased you're not dead - I would miss your super work. A great bit of narrative poetry.
Hey, thanks sir! Yeah, much to do before the bucket be kicked. I'll be reading your works very soon, after I reply to all of these lovely people.
Aww, did I say ya was dead?! But a shocker - a friend said to someone I know: 'Not seen ya for ages; thought ya was dead!' Oohh. A fine write N.
On my last poem you thought I was saying goodbye, and I said you were crazy lol. But yeah, I'm alive. Thanks for the words my friend.
I was walking that pathway with you so clear your description of life in a typical city - thanks for sharing it Nicholas.
Receiving a comment from you is like winning a golden globe. A very rare thing, and a victory to be put inside of a trophy case. Thank you very much for your insight, and appreciation.
Very good write, I hope you got home safely.
The journey is long and arduous at times, but all the same must be undergone. Thank you very much sir, always a pleasure to see you! Finch, The Bird of Golden Skies.
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