Solitude Souls

The blacktop road is shining smooth
Empty trash bins mocking the truth
Grown up trees remain in mute
Golden leaves look so cute

Wind works-out on closed windows
Sky chats with the shut doors
Clouds tease with Concrete groves
Majestic houses on all the floors

Locked inside the concrete walls
Comforts, Cash and zombie hearts?
As far as my eye could see
My street is totally empty!

I search with frenzy
If my shadow is with me..

A distant twilight's mockery
'Solitude Souls live here free
Like those in a cemetry! '

poem by TheBigThinkg Human
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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