Taking a walk down the memory lane
Makes me realize
I’ve been treading down
A path so lonesome
Even ghouls would think twice before strolling.
Yet
It would be unfair of me to say
There haven’t been companions
Souls as miserable as mine
If not more so
Holding hands
Teaching me how to walk
Teaching me how to write
Teaching me how to ride a bike
Showing me how it feels
When a soul other than your own
Cares about your being
A momentary flash in a pan
They start to wither away
Almost as definitely as the Sun
Ready to rise every morning
And then
There comes a time
When people ignore you
Like smokers ignore the cancer sign
Forcing you to carry your lonesome existence
Oh won’t someone tell them
What we studied in Class I
Man is an interdependent animal
It isn’t alright to be a lone wolf
In the end
I still walk the desolate road
Each time more bruised
Than the previous encounter
A hardened, hopeless persona
Just counting the days in time.
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Thank you. 🙂 ❤️
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So true and raw, great one 👍👍😊
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Thank you bro
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😊
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Ye comment to shuru hote hi khatam ho gaya. 😁
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Lovely
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I like the different shades of u
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Thanks 😁
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It struck me how honest this piece was but what surprised me even more is the relatability. I share these views, these thoughts. And you’ve done a great job putting them down in words
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very good poesy. Congrats for its vibrant thought and deep understanding.
by the way do you read my [oetry and blogs pl do it if you feel like that. i read your all ones.
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We do feel raw sometimes.. broken.. your poem reminds me of that..
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What an excellent life observation, thank you for this.
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Thank you friend. 🙂
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