I know a place called Lonely Town
It’s got a pub and a resident clown
It has no lights that go on at night
It just gives up, without a fight
It has no hope, no belief
It can’t forgive, this town of grief
Lonely Town, need to get away
Outstayed my welcome, don’t want to stay
Time to forgive, time to hope
Time to cut this binding rope
I’ll pack my bags, won’t back down
No backward glance, I’ll leave this town
Once, you served me well
Like sadists often do
But now, Lonely Town, I’m moving on
To pastures green and new.
Things In My Head 
Wonderful ink. Love it 🙂
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Thank you so much Fauxcroft.
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I love this poem. It evokes both sadness, courage and grace. I can relate to it very well.
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Thank you Judy. I wrote this in our improvisation session in my local writers group. On the spot writing still terrifies me but I’m getting a bit more used to it, I find it definately encourages spontaneity!
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It’s more impressive to know that you wrote this in a writer’s session, very cool to write with others and get feedback/community.
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