
It’s damp and dark,
walking here alone,
wandering Hyde Park,
far away from home;
Just wanting a hold,
anything that soothes,
feet freezing cold,
shuffling in wet shoes;
A future unclear,
a past to forget;
ending up right here,
rattled by regret;
Searching for arms
to comfort and explain;
thundering alarms,
continues the rain;
Wished to make a mark
before the end of days;
wandering Hyde Park,
lost in so many ways.
Shared with No Theme Thursday and using the picture above as inspiration, which looks a hell of a lot like Hyde Park in Sydney. The feelings expressed in this poem are not exactly mine, though and reflect recent conversations with teenage students searching for themselves and coming up short.

A very evocative poem Shaun
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Thanks Sadje 🙏
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I think this is a feeling we have all known at one time or another. Great poem, my friend. Excellent. 🙏
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Cheers Kevin 🙏
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It also looks a lot like Fitzroy Gardens in Melbourne. Such a beautiful place!
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I’ve only been there once or twice but do remember it being nice there too.
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