Wasteland - Poem by B.. Alexander
In the eyes of the girl below me
Lit by the dim glow of the Paris night
I see the distance growing
That I have run from for so long
And there, I stopped
Sat by her side, and said
'What have I become?
Do I mean anything to you? '
Inhaling on a cigarette
She looked at me, sideways
'You have lost so much
Most of which you gave away
Drunkenly, or deliberately
Trying to free yourself from the past
But to yourself, you'll stay
A stranger in this wasteland'
A stranger in this wasteland...
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