Alone Instead
Author: GMS75
I walk by the couple on the bench...
staring into each others eyes - they do,
afraid I might step upon a twig and break their grip...
still not one, and yet, not even two.
tally off I go, if I dare -
somewhere else to loom and not stare...
Where have they all gone...all of them now?
The ones I called friend, all...and each one so rare....
Can fate be this cruel...leaving me here alone,
to bitch, moan and scowl?
I have days ahead,
to read the stars, and slice the bread.
But not alone say I...
no...today, tomorrow?
Rather, I think me dead...
or alone instead.
POSTED BY GREGORY
staring into each others eyes - they do,
afraid I might step upon a twig and break their grip...
still not one, and yet, not even two.
tally off I go, if I dare -
somewhere else to loom and not stare...
Where have they all gone...all of them now?
The ones I called friend, all...and each one so rare....
Can fate be this cruel...leaving me here alone,
to bitch, moan and scowl?
I have days ahead,
to read the stars, and slice the bread.
But not alone say I...
no...today, tomorrow?
Rather, I think me dead...
or alone instead.
POSTED BY GREGORY
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Posted: Sat Apr 20, 2013 6:08 PM CST
About this poem:
Swimming in self-pity....shame on me!
Swimming in self-pity....shame on me!
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