Sold Poem by Anthony Sholtis

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A sinful tread on empty streets
Alone I walk this dreadful beat.
None to pass nor share a smile
No cares to light this blightful mile.
Hopeless thoughts adorn my loss
Fear and misery.
Hushed tones arise aloud
Beyond what lies abound.
I exist where light does not
The place where souls are forgot.
Passed a road you do not go
For tears and apathy.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Donna Nimmo 11 March 2012

Very descriptive and I feel your pain!

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