Open Poetry #41 |
Please don't judge |
cokeiq Junior Member
since 2007-08-24
Posts 27 |
You walked by me, strolled right on Beseeching help – there is none No Jesus, Buddha or Allah Just me in the cold winter, waiting to die Considering alternatives, yet one by one Hopes flickered and died My early youth, folly kills Still I’m young, very young to die in this cold I ran, and kept on running Please someone, but there is none I knocked, screamed and was nice But it’s no good I lowered my head, stripped away all I believed in Neon lights intoxicating music Surviving, still alive The crowds cheer, while I danced on the poles |
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