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Same Old, Same Old

by Joan Serratelli

I got up
insanely
early
for no reason

I cleaned up
got dressed
and sat

I wish I could
be like everyoone else;
sleep

Why do I bother
to get dressed?
I see no-one
I almost never
go out

Why do I
continually
beat myself up?he

IF I didn;t
get dressed
who would know?

We have the perfect
relationship
When I get up;
he goes to sleep

It's like living alone
...and I HATE it



01/16/2011

Posted on 01/16/2011
Copyright © 2026 Joan Serratelli

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Razel Davies on 01/17/11 at 03:41 PM

Solitude in a crowd is the most lonely.

Posted by Joe Cramer on 01/17/11 at 05:39 PM

... nice.....

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