Forgotten Soul

I'm an addict with a pen dancing alone in my streets. Having late night conversations with the moon, I like the moon and the stars. They are my only friends as I move gracefully through these streets. I look through the windows of those who once loved me. I see them dancing with the ones they now love. I am the forgotten soul that must carry out its days roaming these tortured streets. 

Reviews

[Pete]

Wonderful imagery. Flows nicely. I feel your "forgotten" soul in this. You are very deep. Excellent job for sure. Keep writing!