Walking down the empty halls
I feel a tap on my shoulder
I hear distant laughter
I turn to see
That no one was behind me
Down the stairs I walk
I feel a tap on my shoulder
I hear distant laughter
I could have sworn someone walked past me
But no one was there
I was just imagining
Out of the wretched building I walk
Into the light of day
I look up at the clouds
And then at the field ahead
Many people I do see
But the field remains empty
And just then,
I feel a tap on my shoulder
And again, I hear the laughter
But I turn to see
That no one was behind me
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Just Some Poems
PoetryA poet is an unhappy being whose heart is torn by secret sufferings, but whose lips are so strangely formed that when the sighs and the cries escape them, they sound like beautiful music... and then people crowd about the poet and say to him: "Sing...
