City of Strangers

Jul 10

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Old age is an island surrounded by death . . . 

Foreign to myself

In this foreign land

I fear my own reflection 

I run toward the light 

Only to find darkness

For I sought solace

In empty arms

That reach to touch

No one
©Kay Salady

About Kay Salady

I write about the greatest force on earth that, I believe, lives on forever and surpasses all else. "All your poems read like I am watching an artist use words instead of colours full of feeling." ~Anon.

Posted on July 10, 2017, in kay salady's poetry and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.

  1. douglas | July 10, 2017 at 4:08 am

    you are very progressive in style Kay.

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  2. Inside the Mind of Isadora | July 10, 2017 at 9:52 pm

    Powerful in it’s accurate descriptive words. The 1st line is outstanding. Loved this …
    Isadora 😎

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