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Alone
by Tota LongmireI am a no one
In a world of some ones.
They pretend I don't exist
Even when I tug their wrists.
I don't know where I belong.
Everything here is just so wrong.
I search all around this place,
Trying to find a friendly face.
All everyone does is hurry.
They are all filled with worry.
No one has any time for me.
They refuse to hear my helpless plea. 12/20/2004 Posted on 12/21/2004
Copyright © 2024 Tota Longmire
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 12/21/04 at 03:49 PM I understand these feelings. Heart longing to share.But then people are so engrossed in their own dreams. So much that they miss their own existence. |
| Posted by Deborah S Regan on 12/21/04 at 07:55 PM I like the line about tugging wrists. very nice |
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