Here I am alone
Secluded from the world around me
People walk by me all everyday
They are all on their way home
I am already in my home all alone
It is not as nice as theirs
But it is a small place to call my own
On just a little piece of asphalt
This place I call home
A contest entry
- Word Prompt I - by Manda Kathryn.
400 points, ended November 17, 2008, 16 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Such a sad gripping write that hits the heart sharply as I see an innocent little child watching everyone on their way home while they touch the ground that is theirs
Very moving!
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~Manda
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Certainly a sad piece. I can see this clearly, not as a homeless person, but as a gypsy. Or something of the sort. Yes, I certainly can understand the loneliness that is the central core of this piece.
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