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Partly inspired by my favourite song: Heartbreak Hotel by Elvis Presley.


Submitted:Jan 19, 2011    Reads: 39    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


I've had a walk down Lonely Street
A place where only losers dwell,
A place that lovers never know
But lonely losers know too well.

The endless breath of winter
Seems to crawl along your spine,
When you go down to
Lonely Street
The weather's never fine.

The place is dark and gloomy
Black clouds fill up the sky,
People live on
Lonely Street
But most go there to die.

Thunder and lighting flash
As heavy rains begin to fall,
From the shadows you hear a voice
Is this the Reaper's call?

The plight of the lonely loser
So easily comes to light,
When people stray down
Lonely Street
Their days have turned to night.

For no-one but the hopeless
Wander down to
Lonely Street,
No-one except the fallen
For whom life is ever bleak.

Lonely Street's next door to Hell
At least for abandoned souls,
Those for whom the fire went out
Their hearts have turned to coal.

Lonely Street is for the lost
For people who have no hope,
For loners given up on life
Who find they cannot cope.

Lonely Street is the finish
Of all your hopes and dreams,
A place where silence reigns supreme
Broken by sobbing screams.

The summer sun never shines
Not down that loathsome road,
Nothing good comes to stay
Within this foul abode.

THE END
© Copyright 2011
Philip Roberts





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