if no one were someone

By Ewan

Wed, 27 Apr 2022
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No one remembers

that day they spent

naked, eating strawberries

and making wishes.

 

No one thinks they’ll die

on a hill,

or in a gutter,

or a hospital corridor.

 

No one believes

in anything,

or anyone,

anyway.

 

No one says

what they think,

or want,

or need.

 

No one cares.

 

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Not Quite Good Enough
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Comments

Submitted by hilary west on

I care Ewan. Lovely, wistful poem !!!

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Submitted by Nolan on

To die in a hospital corridor sounds worst to me. But what about late night immaculate bright white light soft buzz clinical clean deserted toilets. Emptiness. How's that for alone? Fortunately "No one cares" is not true.

A good poem something to say && Nolan