Lonely Watchman Poem by Alfred Lichtenstein

Lonely Watchman



City and beloved are far behind.
I am so betrayed and alone.
Slowly I move from one
Leg to the other.
Around me strange doors screech.
I reach for dagger and gun.
Ah, if I were only at home
With my mother.

Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: city
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