Concrete

by EoB   Apr 3, 2008


What else am I left with, but knowledge,
and memories ridden with pain?
The streetlights, a shadow, a number,
what else, in the bitter rain?

The concrete and I have in common
a grayness we cannot destroy.
To think we would ever be colored;
vain dreams of a blinded boy.

One whom would gaze through the windows,
seeking relief from his fears,
but saw (and became so fearsome)
an ocean of unshed tears.

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  • 6 years ago

    by HOLLY ARMER

    Your ability to take something so common, such as concrete, and create something so vivid and brilliant is astonishing!
    Beautifully written as always!

  • 9 years ago

    by Sora Lynn

    A simlpy beautiful and emotional poem. one of the best i've read in awhile. thank you for sharing. job well done. 5/5.

    -Ashlei.

  • 9 years ago

    by Deana

    Unfortunately our fears are often realized,you create a mood in your writes almost like a melancholy acceptance of sadness. you lead the reader through a sad story with your imagery.Your rhymes are perfect.

  • 9 years ago

    by waiting 4 some1

    Great poem
    no wonder it won

  • 9 years ago

    by shobhana kumar

    "The concrete and I have in common
    a grayness we cannot destroy.
    To think we would ever be colored;
    vain dreams of a blinded boy."

    Only a true poet can do this: capture life in something others may not care to give a second glance.

    A very well deserved win and a wonderful write.

    good luck and peace
    shobhana