This is a street, like any street,
albeit more forlorn than most,
and on this street, the people you meet,
they walk this street like ghosts.
They stare at you, they stare at you,
and they wonder what you're doing here.
They dont know you, or what to do,
and their blank eyes fill with fear.
The sad faces linger, in your mind,
replaying again and again,
as you look behind, you suddenly find
something you didn't intend.
No one knows these, no one wants these
who walk this street in the dark.
In varying degrees, they're all on their knees.
"Oh, what a shame!" you remark.
At length you reach the end of the street
and you turn around once more,
you see on that street, the people you meet,
how they just don't care anymore.
But if someone stretched out their hand
and offered it to those on that street--
"O, it would be grand, if we took a stand,
but O, how I hate that street!"
-D.B.
Author notes
Not trying to be depressing, people, it just came to me, as usual.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Wow. Dan, I can't say much more than that. Wow. This is just absolutely amazing. I'm speechless. This is the best poem I have read in a long, long time.
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I know you weren't going for depressing, Love, but it sure as hell felt like it
but honestly, in a way, i can relate to it. it sorta reminds me alot of the people in this world today. maybe your next poem will be about a Happy Lane or Cherry Boulverd? 
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Holy Cow! I loved this. It was absolutely amazing. This was very well written. I loved it. Some of the best poems are the ones that just come to us. Later. God Bless!
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