Shadow Street Poem by Sally Plumb Plumb

Shadow Street

Rating: 3.7


I am walking
dim, uncharted territory,
a long, long street
where doors are
coffin lids
and the inside of
shrouded windows are
wreathed with black roses.
I paddle
in my own piss
longing for dry land,
drained, and suspicious of
the stillness
feeling numb,
praying that
my brain will end.
Rigor closes
my sagging jaw.
Teeth clenched,
I see ahead arid land,
not quite barren, not quite dead.
There, in sight,
Hells grinning signpost...
directing the unknown.
I turn my head.
Nobody's there.
I am alone.

Sally Plumb

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Chris G. Vaillancourt 06 November 2009

Great write, , , , Brilliant piece. loved it

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Sonya Florentino 21 July 2009

whoah, i hope this is just a nightmare...!

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Muhammad Ali 05 May 2009

I like this poem... it is so close to heart! 10.. Ali

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rago rago 05 May 2009

beautiful write......... loneliness......... thank u for your kind sharing.

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Sally Plumb Plumb

Sally Plumb Plumb

Haverhill Suffolk England
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