| I walk alone On this bitter embarkment To find a place my soul can rest For the pain that captured me Has now devoured me And I am nothing but a scoundrel at best I walk alone In the horror of what I've become A coward and beast A fiend and foe Adversary that clutches your very being And I prod my nails into you and won't let go Yet I, Yes even I, brought it all upon myself And still I walk alone |
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| I Walk Alone by Jennifer Osterlund |
| I wrote this poem for a poetry contest at KevinMax.com. Basically this poem is about past mistakes. Yet along the way you've changed as a person, but you still have the reputation of who you were, and it's hard to get away from that. |