It all began when I couldn’t walk,
They left me outside on the sidewalk.
With no food or water,
I thought that I would only last a day or so.
I was all alone.
As people walked by,
They just stared at me and kept walking.
I knew that after a while that I would loose my speech and my hearing.
Then I knew that I was certainly,
Alone and forgotten.
Lina, placing yourself outside yourself and becoming something you have to use imagination to visualise is the first stage to being a poet. Writing only from within may give you a reputation but writing from without gives you a repertoire... Well done, Ivan
A simply expressed poem about loneliness and alienation. Your show your reader your predicament without sharing too many details, which I like. It gives the reader a chance to use his/her imagination. My first reaction was that you were a little dog? Great title too. love, Allie xxxx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this poem has a weird sense of sorrow in it.... wonderful.... thank you.