Streets of Pain

Thank you the Writers Club for publishing

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With blisters on my feet, I walked streets of pain.

No sense of direction

or notice of time.



I heard your voice in

the distance calling my name.

My pace was slow.

I was weary.

No one stopped to query if I was ok.

My mind in disarray.

I am to blame.

It is I who must change.

Too young to know the

rules of the game.

So I kept walking

until I could walk no more.

Then I lay down on the

road and let you goad me again.

Streets of pain.

Where the victims have no name.

Copyright ©️ 2023 Maggie Watson

All Rights Reserved.

Published by In the Shadow of my Pen

Indie Poet and Author✍️ of four collections of poetry. Chronic Fatigue Warrior💪 Volunteer, Solo Traveller✈️ and Yogi🙏. Spilling ink from my heart and soul. My writing is real and raw, so if you are looking for a fairy tale you are on the wrong site!

9 thoughts on “Streets of Pain

  1. An excellent and compelling poem, Maggie. Sorry, it’s taken me so long to comment on it, considering I first read it a couple of weeks ago. It left me wanting to read on to know what would happen next, although not in the way of a thriller or a ‘who done it,’ but more because I enjoyed the tender, heartfelt words, which had such a powerful punch at the end. I love this, Maggie, and huge congratulations on being published. Xx 💐

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