The Lane Of Loneliness

The Lane Of Loneliness prose poem

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I have been on this lane before,
I have seen the disdain and more,
I have known this dark alley
These dark labyrinths,
The stark deserted streets,
I was that lonely lark
Looming high upon the street,
The street of loneliness.
I have been those eager eyes
Sitting on the pavement
All the same, yet different
Drawn up towards the skies
Parched for a drop of light,
A recognition slight.
I had wished for a companion
Left out in the darkness
Left without a choice or opinion.
I was the street lamp,
There in the corner I stood
Without a form or purpose
As I barely could
Be of any use.
I thought I had escaped,
Then there is no escape
I was born into it
And I will be it,
I am the lonely man
The loneliest of all
Rising after every fall,
And I hear those voices, yes I can!
The spirits of the street
Singing a song of solace,
I become the darkness
I have no face
I am the old, I am the new
I am the one of the few

I am the estranged stranger
On this lane of loneliness.

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Preeti
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A sorrow, a deep pain lurks in the poem, so touching to the heart!

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