by gopi nath   Jun 20, 2017

I'm walking the sidewalk,
in the middle of town.
My head is quite heavy,
it's pointing straight down.

I do not wish,
to look straight ahead.
My body and mind,
just feels beyond dead.

An intersection,
I finally reach,
Where I'm welcomed,
with a horrible screech.

Right or left,
I'm asked to choose.
But I continue along the sidewalk,
change I refuse.

My sidewalk is covered,
with sorrow an dirt.
I'm loyal to this street,
it's simply called hurt.

As I continue,
my pain sadly grows.
The shoes I'm wearing,
are called blue woes.

There seems like there's no end,
or slight hope in sight.
This lonely town,
forever has night.

It's just so difficult,
for me to leave.
As I raise my head,
I cannot believe.

A rusty sign,
with the name of the town.
It reads, "Sad",
and it's pointing straight down.

by anitha


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  • 5 months ago

    by PnQ Mod Account

    our apologies to all members. We have to admit we fell down on the job here and did no realize this poem was not written by the member posting it.
    It will be removed.

  • 5 months ago

    by hiraeth

    This poem is plagiarized.


  • 5 months ago

    by Brenda

    Congratulations on your front page win-well done-

  • 5 months ago

    by Milly Hayward

    Well done on your win x

  • 5 months ago

    by Meena Krish

    Judging Comment:

    Pain comes in various shades and images and this one is well
    penned with well chosen rhymes and short sentences which
    brings out images without any struggle. Its natural…the pain
    the sadness and the heaviness all rolled up as the author walks
    the street…a well written piece.

    Just one minor thing: “My sidewalk is covered, with sorrow
    an dirt.” I think you meant “sorrow and dirt”…other then that
    I liked this.

    Keep penning and welcome to the site!

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