A Lone Swing

Somewhere in nowhere,

There sits a lone swing.

With a lone girl.

Swinging alone.

No family,

No friends.

People walk pass.

They don't see her.

She hangs her head low.

Hair covering her face.

She is a lone girl,

On a lone swing,

In the middle of nowhere.

The mist closes in on her,

Enveloping her,

Taking her with it.

And like dust,

The lone girl,

On the lone swing,

Disappears.

Author's Note

Kind of rushed but tell me what you think.

Reviews

[guy drori]

Nice poem :) ... I especially liked the first line: "Somewhere in nowhere." The ending was quite strong as well.

[Samuel Dickens]

Oh, my, the despair is thick as molasses. I've felt a lot like that before; alone, unnoticed and irrelevant to the point of disappearing. Things can't continue that way for long. Maybe she'll have to jump down from that swing and try something new.

[Great Aunt Astri]

I think this is rather good. The lone girl could be a metaphor for many things. To me she is that sad side of me which I have to keep hushed up. Look forward to reading more

[AaronFreitas]

It definitely has a creepy feel to it... I like it. No lie... when I read swing the first thing that comes to my mind is the woman who was pushing her dead 3 year old on a swing the other day so I think that thought adds to the creepiness of someone on a swing. I like the way you put it all together... good work :)