Stranded

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Bad Storm

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STRANDED
Stranded in the middle of everywhere
Pockets empty, wallet missing
Not a coin for fare to spare
Yet It's only five in the morning

Bright white headlights flash pass by
I'm stuck as all else move on
Red taillights in the corner of my eye
Cars and people, so soon gone

Waiting for a savior that will never come
Tiredly, on the curb, I lonely sit
Halfway through the journey I came undone
Myself, I comfort with the music's beat

What else does life want from me?
What else can I afford to give?
I sold my fragile heart for free
Who cares 'bout living, I just want to live

(D8.18)​

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    1. SummerForest Dec 20, 2018
      @Katsono, haha you are such a great critique! That's why I love you so much, sis! You always speak your mind! *aside* you will make a good lawyer!
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    2. SummerForest Dec 20, 2018
      @Katsono, poetry is the poet's free walk, grammar and lexicon can be moulded and reshaped here. I'll request you to look into Ulysses by James Joyce.
    3. Bad Storm Dec 20, 2018
      @Katsono Thanks. I guess I'll check what I can do about it later.
    4. Bad Storm Dec 20, 2018
      @Katsono, actually wanted to use "Alas!" but at the moment I wrote this, "damn" fits the situation so well.

      I mean, it's loosely based on what happened on the date I made it. Losing wallet and getting stuck halfway through the journey when the day barely started yet. Really felt cursing then so it got carried over the poem. Never bothered changing it since..
    5. Silver Snake Dec 19, 2018
      I liked it.
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