Emma Kemp

Empty Street - Poem by Emma Kemp

There I’m walking on cobbled stones,
but the tiles are drawings.
White stripes variate with black ones,
a hundred footsteps are written.
I forget to look right or left,
but the cars drive right through me.
Did I imagine seeing a silhouette,
no, the curtains are closed at night
I will return my walk in anxiety,
even though there is nowhere to go.

But I won’t be followed, cause you can’t see me.

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  • (5/4/2010 12:19:00 PM)

    really a great end of the poem i cant see you even i will see you
    you have great depth welcome to poem hunter plz keep writing i love your verses
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 22, 2010

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