oh woe is me

Oh woe is me-A poem by Storallelite

The smell of death clings to the air
Fast approaching, spreading, everywhere.
Stand alone, tall and strong.
Oh woe is me, who is left alone.

Empty streets go on and on,
Stretching endlessly for all I can tell.
Broken windows pile up,
Oh woe is me, who is left alone.

Cold seeps through my worn out coat,
Wind tosses my hair in front of my face.
The empty homes tower over me, causing shadows,giving me creeps.
When will this nightmare end?
Oh woe is me, who is left behind.


This is sorta inspired by the Great depression. I was reading about it earlier tell me what you think on this thread thanks

 

Thanks! I really like writing poems but I never posted/showed anyone my poems so I wasn't sure if I was good or not

 

@memories and webs Thanks for the suggestions I'll keep them in mind
@lady Really?....YAY!!

 

Thankyou distance and hotrod