by Lucia
Published on: Jan 24, 2004
Topic:
Type: Poetry

Anonymous faces passing by
Foreign tongue, foreign land
I sit, my head in hands,
And cry.

Crowds of people here and there
running, walking
I look through tear-filled eyes
but where?

Broken-hearted and alone
wounded, betrayed
somewhere, nowhere
far from home.

Must wipe away my desperate tears
put away the pain
gather strength...move on
ere night-time nears.


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