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  • Sadness

    6-7-8-9-5

     There I am,
    Below the 42nd street overpass,
    Amongst the defecation and rats.
    Haunted by the expired scent of men,
    I sit in the shadows,
    Alone and unwanted.

    I am the soloist.
    Loneliness has been my violin.
    Listen as it plays my song.
    Listen... and ignore the cries,
    Never mind the sighs,
    Forget the unsavory-unsanitary quarters.
    Can you spare some change?

    If I could
    I would
    But since I cant
    I wont bother
    Trying to make you understand
    How I got here.
    Every day you pass here
    Never noticing me.

    I hope you hear my song.
    The music of a 54 year old man,
    Down on his luck,
    Down on the ground.
    My face covered in dirt,
    From where last I laid.
    Tattered shoes and holey clothes
    Demanding attention be paid
    But I am too poor for that.

    I stopped living long ago.
    Here is where I exist.
    A ghost.
    A reject.
    A soloist.

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    SmileyAngel138 commented on 6-7-8-9-5

    09-09-2009

    wow this is deep, sometimes when you pass the homeless you sometimes forget that they are in pain...you def opened my eyes with this one...great job :-)
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    DennisScott

    09/10/2009

    Thank you much for your kind words.

    Mayte commented on 6-7-8-9-5

    08-31-2009

    I truly enjoyed reading this poem. Its deep, beautiful and well written. I'm amazed by your maturity. Thank you for the music and keep them coming
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    WordChallenged commented on 6-7-8-9-5

    08-30-2009

    The violin is one of my favorite instruments, when ever i hear someone playing one i have to stop and listen! great read!
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    latinangel commented on 6-7-8-9-5

    08-20-2009

    As a musician and a singer I can relate to the musicality of your poem and that touches me. It is a very vivid portrait of what someone in this position would think or feel. It is a hardcore poem and I mean that in a good way. Great work on this one. I applaud your efforts.
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    DennisScott

    08/20/2009

    I appreciate the love. Thank you.

    MCross commented on 6-7-8-9-5

    08-19-2009

    Nice my man. I am elated to see your hanging in there. You are coming into a zone. This is an amazing poem.
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    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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