Giovanna Marasco

Rookie (22nd September 1992 / A hospital)

London Life - Poem by Giovanna Marasco

I wander through each crowded street
Bustling and busy is London city
In vain I attempt to count the feet
All beauty is lost in each person you meet.

As I fall through the suffocating rat race
None stop to help a poor lost soul.
A scowl, disgust, in each turned face
Why did I ever come to this place?

People stop, people stare,
In just one face I glimpse some pity,
I turn again, no more is there.
In this new place, no one cares.

In the distance, I hear my name
Someone calls me, a voice from the past.
I'm leaving now, I hate this game
But in my heart, I'll never be the same.


Comments about London Life by Giovanna Marasco

  • (6/17/2006 3:24:00 PM)

    Your poem is very inspiring for me. I'd like to descibe my own city having read the piece. Thanks. (Report) Reply

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  • (5/22/2006 3:19:00 PM)

    You really conjure the London atmosphere here. Well done. (Report) Reply

  • (5/1/2006 11:38:00 AM)

    I liked this one, its not only london but all big cities are like this. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 25, 2006

Poem Edited: Friday, June 9, 2006

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