The streets so alone, not even a phone
Nowhere to go, nowhere to hide, just
Emptiness at my side.
Day after day nothing differs: silence
Stays the same, with life is so boring that
I’m thinking of changing my name.
And atmosphere so grim, I’m fed
Up of being slim. What am I to do
In this world so cold? Is this how it is
Going to be till I get old?
There’s only one way out of this
Monotonous hole and that is to
Escape once and for all. You don’t
Believe, I can tell. It’s OK for you
‘Cos you’re not living in hell.
Poems By ken makepeace 