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Alone
by Joan SerratelliI have sat here
since 4 am
I came out
He went in another room
Who's the bad guy?
I cannot understand WHY
he left
Did not say one word
Alone
ALWAYS alone
WHY am I depressed
ALONE
and the ironic part:
He gets to sleep-
I don't even get that luxery
I sit here alone
staring into the
boob tube
Great life, huh? 01/27/2021 Posted on 01/27/2021
Copyright © 2024 Joan Serratelli
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Quinlan L Gibson on 01/27/21 at 10:53 PM Such a profound feeling that you manage to matter-of-fact. It makes it familiar to you. A simple shrug for something with such depth. Beautiful. |
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