passerby

passerby

In the real world 

     I am merely a  passerby.

Finding no home to call my own.

I walk the dusty dirty streets

                  So lost and all alone.

Why then should it be this way?

Is this the modern way of life?

   Am I to always suffer loneliness

        A life beset by doubt.

Author's Note

a huge thank you to sir Cole of HP for helping me finished this piece...

photo credits goes to google search

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Adam is right, not necessary to have "just and mere" in the same line...perhaps extreme emphasis exists there....but, this is such a valid idea. We don't really own this life of ours, we just get to borrow it, we don't get to stay, just pass through.
and that can be a lonely feeling---because no one else can really affect the outcome of the visit...only we can make a difference for what time we are here.

nicely expressed piece.

[Pax]

Thank you Sir J... "only we can make a difference for what time we are here." I do am trying to do that, my friend, its a great advice to start with for myself... thanks for the advice, Sir, I change it to be more universal than personal...

[Peach]

i like the reality of this poem, the words were really able to pique my interests.

[Jamestown]

This life is that of mist, here then gone! I feel like these words you expressed,
and can only pray that I will never feel this way when my eyes eventually
close for good, thanks for sharing and b-blessed!

[emman]

The vagueness of life is clear..yet, we have to consider the good things rather than spoiling the negative ones..

genuine kabayan :)

[Helen Crutchett]

Beautifully written Pax. It is the first time I have read any of your work....don't know what took me so long...afterall you are on my friends' list.

I shall return dear friend!

Helena

[Devanshu Rajput]

Loneliness is the cruelest irony of life and this piece of yours is the realization of this fact. Your first stanza is enough to make someone call this a marvelous piece.

In the real world
I am merely a passerby.
Finding no home to call my own.

It blatantly portrays the pessimism of poet.

[Ruth]

Life challenges the sensitive, the creative and the thinkers...sigh...it really does, poignant piece hon xo

[Justin Xavier Smith]

So sad. It's a shame when people feel this way. Nobody should have to feel alone.

[An owl on the moon]

Sighing in your passages.. your pathway through life.. connecting too well to the emotions.. this sense of wandering.. of being lost in the way somehow.. reaching but always standing in the silence.. So beautifully bittersweet, my friend...

[Marie]

A sad and lonely poem...but perhaps we all feel that way sometime, as if this word is no real home and we are just passing by. We must carry our own homes, like the snail, mak our own light, like the firefly...