Robert Velves Poet Rhyme

Empty Parking Lot

Before the empty parking lot,
I can hear the voices of friends,
Their heckling laughter, I forget not,
The fun times that injustice ends.

Looking at the old, ugly building
That won't just crumble down in a curse
I am alone, in this space, hating,
Seeing life in my old, empty purse.

I sighed at the bleak emptiness
Of life that must move on to find labor,
It glared at me, my heart's loneliness
Throbs in pieces of pain—a terror,
That can only find sweetness in a verse,
I think, I dream, I curse!

Dec 4, 2023

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Silent One December 24, 2023 at 6:18 AM Your poem beautifully captures a sense of nostalgia and contemplation. The imagery of the empty parking lot and the echoes of laughter create a vivid atmosphere, emphasizing the contrast between past joy and present solitude. The mention of the old, enduring building adds a layer of permanence to the scene, as if time stands still despite personal struggles...