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Alone

by Joan Serratelli

I 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 © 2021 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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