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[The Stranger 812]

Hello Everyone. I have another poem for all of you. I've decided from this point on any emotional or sensitive poems I write will be coated in purple text. As always I will have this poem posted on my DeviantART and Tumbler. 

 

Enjoy~

 

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I wandered the streets as I breathed in the cold winter air.

I had abandoned my home my life and started to wonder how i’ll fair.

 

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Alone I was in this desolate world.

Not a soul in sight who’d look my way.

I zipped up my coat and walked down the road,

I had no reason to stay.

 

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With a heavy heart in my chest I kept on walking,

I had no time to rest and no time for talking.

 

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The wind picked up and pierced my soul.

I was lost now with nowhere to go. 

No one would help me no one would care,

after all, my loneliness was my own to bear. 

 

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I roamed the sea shores all day long,

and walked the moonlit meadows as I sung my lonely song. 

No one would help me no one would dare.

After all, my dismay was my own to bear.

Edited January 7, 2013 by Data Void

[MelancholicMemory 2,025]

I can just imagine the narrator wandering down a dank, dark city street lit only by a flickering old street lamp, cold and alone while   pondering his troubled mind. The imagery and feelings here were very powerful and moving. I particularly liked the last stanza. this is a very good poem, Data Void.

[The Stranger 812]

I can just imagine the narrator wandering down a dank, dark city street lit only by a flickering old street lamp, cold and alone while   pondering his troubled mind. The imagery and feelings here were very powerful and moving. I particularly liked the last stanza. this is a very good poem, Data Void.

 

Thank you MelancholicMemory. I was unsure about posting this poem since it isn't my usual style. Your positive post means a lot to me.