Poem -
This Miserable City
I see the city
With buildings like mountains
And people take pity
For broken water fountains
Walk on the glass
Come feel the grit
Slip into theĀ past
Bit by bit
I hear all the cries
And all the fear
I've allowed their lies
To slip into my ear
Why do you ask
It doesn't matter
They're just colored masks
Emitting pointless chatter
I sit here
On the cold stone
But I will not shed tears
As I look for a home
A mother, father
Someone to hold
But why should I bother
Who cares if I'm alone
Why, you complain
How should I know
Who am I to preach pain
Besides, I have to go
I am just a girl
A helpless, little pretty
In this sad, sad world
In this miserable city
Support CosmoFunnel.com
You can help support the upkeep of CosmoFunnel.com via PayPal.
Comments
This is how I feel on Mother's Day...alone.
pain often moves us to soar. I wish for you the wings of success.
Thank you.
Crimson King
Good write, My nomination
Regards, Love
WILLIAMSJI
I feel the same way. Like when a teacher tells me to write something emotional I have to wait a minute or two because I'm too happy at the time. But I wrote this in the perspective of an orphan girl talking to a stranger. Glad you enjoyed it.
Thank you