Through a street with silver lights, I walk,
Down this path, I walk.
People are staring,
With weird gazes, searching.
Looking, they seek normal norms.
Different they see I am,
And afraid they are of a black lamb.
My thoughts may diverse,
But I am not afflicted by a curse.
My soul is old, and once was even cold.
As I walk pass these stares of ice,
I'm walking alone by my own demise.
I've moved on,
And so should you...
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Hello bibi, I'm going to attempt and review this for you.
That's it for that. Those are just suggestions, by the way, you don't have to do that. Poetry should be freeing, not "spell this, rewrite that, blah blah blah."
Good job on this! It's very beautiful.
~Crazy
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I really like it. It is an awesome way to explain how you feel about life. Or just a good poem, if that's all it is. Well, I think it's cool that you could be straightfoward by using imagery.
lol I figure I should post it since I already have it under my profile^^ (did you know my mom actually cried reading that? XD)