The Change

Sitting on the corner,

of th is empty brick,

hollowed home.

I feel stranded, lost,

alone.

Trying to find the right answers,

to this life, is the road so

empty now.

No ghosts.

No nothing.

Just the questions, I can't answer,

your questions.

With this wind blowing in my hair,

foreign I am, foreign it is.

No mountains in my view,

no desert, no real me,

no real you.

From this cancer I'm inhaling,

I feel it all fading.

Reviews

[Gavin Keary]

This poem reaches into my emotions and squeezes my despair gland. A very riveting and sad poem. I love it.

[A]

Intense. So sad. I get the sense that the person in this poem is trying to find a meaning for life. Very well writen! :)