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I Wander Alone

by nosirrah123


I wander alone

tall buildings surround

drip drop drip drop drip

pipe somewhere has burst

moss and vine abound

cracks web the old street

dusk is falling now

anxiety claws

primal need to hide



no home to return to

no family to fret

no strangers to burden

free of all consequence

except for cloying regret

and a blue nostalgia

like rain on broken glass



inside an office building

enter through shattered glass door

crunches underfoot loudly

office plants grow on the walls

ceiling stained with rainwater

chairs and tables still arranged

I’m presenceless, like a ghost,

traversing frozen moments



sometimes I cry in the soft night

the tears for me and me alone

many other nights I do not

but still I carry it with me

knowledge that I have all the world

but nobody to share it with

and too few hands to maintain it

my only purpose to witness

what little I can of what’s left



I find an in-tact kitchen in back

I close the door and lock it tightly

but for my paranoia only

for only stray dogs are a worry

though sometimes I wish I was hunted

to at least give urgency to my

vague, guilty, mis-begotten journey



overhead, I hear a groan, then a snap

Tumbling, Shaking, Roar of a Collapse

years of patient neglect now take their toll

I quickly scurry out of the kitchen

down the hall, down the stairs, I fly on fear

chairs rattle, wall ornaments fall and break

The illusion of stillness is Shattered

Destruction comes, this is no peaceful Death



I sprint out the shattered door onto the street

I look up to witness the end of the place

I see that only the top-left has collapsed

all of my forgotten things are still inside

I cannot go back inside it and risk death

nothing precious was inside my bags or clothes

I already left those in special places



I don’t have food or water, but I will find more

I know this because it’s truth is irrelevant

when I die does not matter, there is nobody

no one will miss me or require me or my help

the chirping crickets will not write ballads of me

the owls will not discuss my merits and trials

the decaying concrete will not remember me

any trace of me will be gone in centuries

I am unimportant, for I wander alone


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Fri Jan 22, 2016 6:34 pm
dankmemelord wrote a review...



Hello, its me

This will be a short review.

I loved this poem. It was impeccably written. I may not be a poetry master but I know a good poem when I see one and this is one of them. I couldn't find any grammar mistakes but I wished that you had a rhyme scheme because had one in the beginning but it faded out towards the end

Overall this was amazing can't wait to read more of your work.

Goodbye, Have a nice day!




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Tue Jan 19, 2016 8:58 pm
cleverclogs says...



In answer to your question about the formatting:

When you're in the YWS publisher, press "shift" along with "enter" when you're making a new line. That'll remove the double spaces. Hope this helped! :D




nosirrah123 says...


thank you!



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Tue Jan 19, 2016 12:22 pm
WeirdoPotato wrote a review...



Hello! You know, I really love this type of poetry. You know, emo type and telling about what people are experiencing in real life.

I'm not a pro actually, but I appreciate your work, a lot. I love the way it is. The construction of every line is very clean and neat. This poem is very artsy, for you used different symbols to express your emotions towards the topic. This very inspirational, especially to me who is also "wandering alone"

I love your piece! And I'm hoping to read more of your works. :D

Happy writings, fellow writer!




nosirrah123 says...


This was actually supposed to be a work of fiction, but it's interesting that you interpreted it as nonfiction.

I am also not a pro at poetry (a pro-et if you will). In fact, I know next to nothing about it. I usually prefer to write prose, I just decided to whip up this very rough poem because the idea for it came to mind. You probably didn't notice, but it begins with 5 syllables a line initially, then every stanza gains another until the end where it is 12 syllables a line.

Thank you for your compliments too, I'm very flattered.



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Tue Jan 19, 2016 9:50 am
nosirrah123 says...



I am very annoyed that the text editor built into the site refuses to stop adding in double-spacing. I have no idea how to fix this and any help would be amazing.




Pretzelstick says...


I would definitively refer you to this article which explains all of it! I know that formatting poetry can be tricky in the Publishing Center, so this has helped me tons and tons.



nosirrah123 says...


thank you!




Isn't it funny how day by day nothing changes but when you look back, everything's different?
— C.S. Lewis