This narrow bed,
With graying sheets.
The sky outside,
Reflects the bleak, old streets.
It's a worn jungle outside,
The people are tired and old.
And I'm lying face down,
Feeling spent and so cold.
The bare floor creaks underneath,
The floorboards sigh and groan.
The dirty window only serves to remind me
That I'm hopelessly lost and alone.
Author notes
I liked the imagery in my head... not sure if I've conveyed what I meant, or whet I saw
Please tell me what you think
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Very good
Kinda reminds me when i was HOMELESS! about 6 months ago ! Good writing and thoughts!
"BOO"
(When you're out there no one really give a damn.)
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its gorgeous, what did you see lerry? xx
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wow this is a wonderful piece. I like the personification of the floor. It's really good! well done honey xxx
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