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Travelling Alone

All this walking,
Now paralyzes me,
The journey of life,
With nowhere to go.

I am travelling alone,
Not as a hitchhiker,
More as a spinster-like hermit.

I tried to invite others,
On my journey,
All have said no,
They have other things to do,
Leaving me to do,
The solo thing.

I envy those,
Travelling in cars,
Close to my age,
With families,
Of their own.
How do they do that?
I wonder.

I do the same,
As those travelling,
In cars,
I get disasterous,
Results.
Ending up walking,
Alone.

Am I constantly,
Getting on,
The wrong truck,
Only to be,
Thrown out again?
This is the attitude,
I get,
From those that,
I meet.

Or am I giving off,
Negative energy,
Complaining,
About my repetitive,
Past.

I continue,
To walk,
Until I end up,
In a city,
Full of excitement,
And caring people.

Author notes

This is about how I feel.
Written August 25th, 2006

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  • midnight2000
    August 25, 2006
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    grannyeri,

    Thanks for your feedback.


  • grannyeri gold member
    August 25, 2006
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    Think many of us have felt this way at times - alone and miissing out on life. But you end the poem on a positive note - a city with many people - maybe there will be someone here for you. Easy to read and understand, sentiments well expressed in these lines.