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ask the lonely
by Charlie Morgan
ask the lonely
the frigid cold of a sit-at-home Saturday night,
a phone with the ringer broken,
an out-of-service door bell,
a cracked, opaque window
allowing only darkness to seep through.
this is where the old folks live,
pimply geeks, fat girls, too.
you wonder what their world is like,
what happens on their usual day,
how to wince when someone smiles?
well, just ask the lonely.
12/02/2004
Posted on 12/02/2004
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Shonda Chrissonberry on 12/02/04 at 11:54 PM this made me cry, you see ~ I am one of the "fat girls" and I have been lonely for awhile; no one ever asks me how it feels ~ it just feels lonely :( |
| Posted by Christel Crews on 12/03/04 at 05:31 AM you paint such a vivid picture, one that should be noted by all who walk through life without stopping to see the people around them that are suffering |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 03/31/08 at 11:52 PM I'm glad I found this. How true. How true and stark and I weep. I love the way your poems invade my mind and take me where I wanted to see.
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| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 03/03/09 at 05:07 PM I am one of the "lonely" I am not fat,my phone never rings (I don't know why I even have it) Nobody ever smiles at me- I just get stares. This one made me cry- hit too close to home. |
| Posted by Mo Couts on 07/02/11 at 08:42 PM Oh Charlie...how sad and evocative...wow, what a message! |
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