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Lucy Chard Poem
I sit here, watching the faces walk past,
Some of them I recognise,
But so many I don't,
I imagine if I were one of them,
Walking past me,
Seeing me, like I see them.
I wonder some times if these simple passers by judge me,
If they ponder about me as I do about them,
The details of their lives,
Their families and friends,
And if they feel as lonely as I do,
Just another person,
Lost in the crowd.
Copyright © Lucy Chard | Year Posted 2013
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Lucy Chard Poem
Waiting around,
Wanting release,
Escape,
Hope.
Waiting for a way out I'm not
sure will ever come.
A way for it to be easier,
For me to not suffer every day,
To not be a problem for others.
Waiting for escape.
Copyright © Lucy Chard | Year Posted 2013
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