Buildings everywhere.
Tall.
Made of glass- cold and distant.
Like the people of Seattle.
It's raining again.
Always raining- dreary skies and puddled streets.
Poverty and innovation.
Why did she come here?
Dreams.
Hope.
Love.
That was what she sought.
But in the end, there was only
skyscrapers and rain.
I feel like this sometimes. I don't know if the poem expresses the loneliness most feel. Its hard, feeling lonely in a crowd of people.
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Final Portfolio
PoetryMy name is Shelby Baughman and this is my final portfolio. A little about myself; I love to read and write but I'm not too good at the writing bit. There are poems of mine that reflect my thoughts and past experiences, and some are random words stru...
