Alone
I'm the product of brokenness.
Tortured with failure. I know
hurt all to well. Everyday I
wake with saddened eyes.
Lonely is how I get by. Love is
something I enjoy reading off a
page. How nice it would be to
have those fairy tale endings.
Reality of the situation is I'm a
man walking his journey alone.
Copyright © Richard Tarr | Year Posted 2014
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment