Walking alone on the sidewalk
Putrid smells arise from the streets
Hollow eyes without souls
Staring back at me
What little they have is clutched in their hands
Walking alone down the dusty road
Bodies so thin and frail
I wonder if they'd fall to dust
If I reached out my small hands
In a feeble effort to comfort them
Walking alone down the quiet street
When the silence is broken by
Piercing, unnatural screams
Her love lies on the ground
Underneath him a pool of blood
And on I walk down each road
Every day a new horror awaits
Trying to help, but there is no hope
Bad things happen
I stopped asking why a long time ago
Author notes
First day of school blues. Don't we just love those?
I'm crosscountry07
My prompt was: Bad things happen,I stopped asking why a long time ago.
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Comment Number Two
MY FLIPPING GOODNESS!!!! P.S. My goodness isn't really flipping.
Oh and sorry for CAPness... Anyway...This is a most awesome best poem!! I like this very much. Quite deep and I just like it. Very well done. OH and you know you'll be seeing much of my comments and words are basically all the same. I love the word Wonderful and Awesome. So when you see that in your comments it's not because those are the only big words I know....it's because it is truly what I say it is.
I would be saying that they are W and A if I thought that they weren't...wait what??? HOLY CONFUSED!!!
Anyway... OFF TO ANOTHER POOM Em... Poem. of yours.
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You did a great job with your prompt, I agree that it shows a bit of apathy as well as dejection. A totally believable piece.
Cheryl
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This a really good write. You get the feeling of being jaded or numb to lifes tragedies. Good job!
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it was actually... really... really good... im surprised... that line would b hard 4 me 2 write about... like really hard... anyway... i see u have a muse... and thats good... whts even better is that exceptionally delightful imagry u used in the whole fricken poem... that was nice
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Only enemies speak truth;friends & lovers lie endlessly.
It's human instincts to fight back and get even.
No normal person has never done that.
Too many people are thinking of security instead of opportunity;they seem to be more afraid of life than death.
She dreams of a boy with eyes so deep and sincere they make her forget all the times she's been hurt before.
Bad things happen,I stopped asking why a long time ago.
--Jordan Cavanaugh From Crossing Jordan
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