Sat in the shadow is my place of dwelling
As the spring time sun seems less compelling.
Laid there lonesome and quiet
With the occasional disruption of the silent
Slight glances in my direction
Rarely returned and with no affection
While people glance as though I'm obsolete
Looking as though all they can see
Is the cold shadowed concrete.
Thank you and its a little bit of both really And just so you kno the speaker in this poem is me and it was written while I was sat on the concrete feeling invisible.....
This poem is beautiful... It's short, but it has immense meaning packed into its lines... I wonder if the speaker wishes to be left alone, or if he secretly longs to have someone be there for him (but he wont let them because the people are terrible or he can't trust) . It's full of emotion, and I like that in a poem. You have talent! ^.^
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like how everything in this is described on the smaller side. It creates a feeling of insignificance and indifference from the reader to the writer; pushing the latter's point yet further. Great-M