The sun is setting, I'm all alone outside,
The faint noise of kids playing has died.
The singing birds have gone to sleep,
The night time monsters began to creep.
In the darkness that fell, I was afraid,
Like a cat without a home, I strayed.
Parents hid their kids and closed their doors,
The rain comes showering, and then it pours.
Not a living thing in sight, it was all just me,
Roaming the streets, but I still didn't feel free.
Maybe if I ran far away, I can be at peace,
To find a home and no longer roam the streets.
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Poems For The Sad Soul
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