Can't

Don't look back Gravel on the ground as my hand scrapes through, Worthless puddles on the ground as my tears fall down. HELP ME, HELP ME PLEASE. But they walk on past. Don't look back, I can't go back I can't move I can't, can't GO BACK Look up at the sky the roof I once had a distant memory, THEY DON'T WANT ME ANYMORE, THEY DON'T KNOW ME ANYMORE, THEY CANT SEE ME ANYMORE. Don't look back I can't go back I can't move I can't I can't I CAN'T.

Reviews

[H.S. King]

Another poem with a strong sense of isolation and fear from you here. Structure is odd for a poem, but it flows nicely and suits that label better than a story.