The Empty Bench

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Ok everyone so this is a poem that I wrote while at Hugo House, which is now, over. It's definitely not one of my best, but we had a prompt where we were supposed to compare ourselves to something, like an animal or whatever. So yeah, I compared myself to an empty bench.

Submitted: August 01, 2008

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I am the empty bench,

The one who stands alone,

The one with nobody by my side.

I am without meaning,

Stared at through the fog,

A single thought for the weak and tired,

A memory for the strong.

I live without emotion,

Without the need to feel another,

But when raindrops fall,

Or the day is nothing at all,

I am nothing too.

A spot of wood upon the ground,

A view point even when nothing is around,

And when night casts its shadows upon my broken heart,

I am healed, unforgotten,

For late night strolls,

When everying seems to be perfect,

I am a savior,

I am the beautiful,

I am the visible,

I am empty, no more.


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