The Point?

Huddled in the corner of an alleyway

I sit there on the ground,

The cold, barren ground

It matches my soul.

 

It is pitch black

The only light comes from the still, subtle moon

 

I see few people walk by,

I hear the somewhat faint, distant voices,

I sit and wait if I can hear someone calling my name

Wondering where I am.

 

But I hear nothing,

Nothing at all it is dead, complete silence

I hope, wish, pray

That I would hear someone calling my name.

 

Hoping someone would be looking for me

Anyone that cares,

Or even cared about me

Wondering where I could be.

 

But yet just as I expected,

 I hear nothing

No voices, no sounds

Nothing, as if the whole world has disappeared

Left me here to fend for myself

 

I knew that no one cared

If someone did I would hear their voice

Calling my name

Out in the streets looking,

Worrying

 

Still hoping

But nothing

So what’s the point of hoping

Exactly there isn’t a point

So I stop…

 

 

Reviews

[Sweet_pale_cacophony]

It is a marvel how i came across your poem today...i feel exactly this way tonight..

[lawrence bear]

I like this, in some ways I see myself here in this situation. thanks for sharing.

[Ross Saunders]

Very nice. A very intense set of lines here. I don't like to get too much into the structure and punctuation of poetry, but might I suggest maybe having the last line of the first stanza separate? Just a minor thing I noticed that might make it read a bit more smoothly. Otherwise, very nice.

[Havatara]

I loved it. All there is to say =)

[Cassandra D.]

I found this poem very well written with such a strong emotion.

[N.E.T.]

Very nice write - Very sad and lonely. The beginning is especially well written:

Huddled in the corner of an alleyway
I sit there on the ground,
The cold, barren ground
It matches my soul.

It is pitch black
The only light comes from the still, subtle moon

Great lines!

[Raven Wilson]

This is very nicely done. It is a good point, that many people ignore, therefore alienating others even more so than they already have.

[Angel Veselinov]

Great poem really nice Good Point :) you made :) after all :) Thanks for sharing

[LostinKristina]

This is coming from a very powerful piece.
or else it seem like that too me.

I really enjoy this piece.

[Aldora Sparrow]

I could just feel the flower of hope start to wither then fall from its place in this narrator's heart. Questioning things is one of the greatest powers of humans so it's only natural that the narrator would question the existance of hope when everything around them seems to be going wrong. But, don't give up hope! Life may not always be fair, but it is good and we only have it once.