WalkingA Poem by HviskeI thought for most It was just like me walking through the streets just me alone
the wind blows through me im transparent now Im invisible even in the middle of this busy street
the honk of a car horn the screetch of car tires the scream of someone who didnt know me the yell of another who never noticed
the drops of blood on the concrete the sweat clinging to my body the breath of a man on my face the sounds escaping
I watch now from far away just another spectator I sigh Im still here
but now Im cold and covered in flames
I wont be missed
© 2010 HviskeAuthor's Note
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Added on September 11, 2010 Last Updated on September 11, 2010 Author
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