Treasure Island

Lauren Ashleigh


I hope it rains
In this part of town where the world wont find me
I'll try and convince myself your not the reason
the sun doesn't shine anymore

In this part of town where the world wont touch me
locked inside solitude
the world cant find me
the raindrops on my skin
remind me i'm still alive

everything i trusted
has blurred and cant be readjusted
i never saw this coming
solitude in the blackest hole
why did they do this

i hope it rains
i hope it rains in this part of town
where the world doesn't look for me
and solitude holds me

Submitted: Saturday, April 27, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, September 24, 2013

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  • David Wood (5/1/2013 12:29:00 PM)

    A sad poem that seems to reflect the throw away society we now live in. Love seems to have been thrown away and hurt is all thats left. A good write. (Report) Reply

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