I look around me,
Why is everything so grim?
This austere landscape
Without shape,
Disheartens me.
On a whim,
I took the first coach out
Paid the fare to nowhere,
I didn't care.
People come and go
No one to know,
No one to bother.
I am but a stranger
In this alien place.
I slow down my pace.
My bleeding feet buried in sand
I watch the white gulls
Twirling in the skies colour venom
And I resent their freedom.
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The Darker Side
PoetryThese are darker thoughts I wrote, exploring bleaker emotions. Abuse, Broken spirit, broken heart, loss, depression, loneliness and more... I'd like to think we use negative experiences to become stronger and to develop compassion and understandin...
