I walk down a crowded street,
I feel cold and alone
amongst many I am nothing,
in a World of plenty
If I were to enter public places,
people refuse to see me
I am a woman of depth and full of
possibility ..
tossed away like trash, to
unforgiving streets
Just once would like to be seen .. for the
person I have become,
not for the broken Woman
who's past has come undone
I walk along the crowded city streets,
It's clear to me now, that what once
was a lost soul amongst millions of others,
has at last been found.
Sep 13, 2016
Sep 13, 2016 at 3:07 PM UTC
I walk down a crowded street,
I feel cold and alone
amongst many I am nothing,
in a World of plenty
If I were to enter public places,
people refuse to see me
I am a woman of depth and full of
possibility ..
tossed away like trash, to
unforgiving streets
Just once would like to be seen .. for the
person I have become,
not for the broken Woman
who's past has come undone
I walk along the crowded city streets,
It's clear to me now, that what once
was a lost soul amongst millions of others,
has at last been found.
This Prose is about feeling alone in the World, too many times those feelings took deep root.
