People
People
Author Dana Redricks
August 16, 2014
I’m a complex person hard
To comprehend; my days are
Long, and void of existence.
I try to relate, but I always feel
Out of place.
People where do we belong is
It with each other, or is it on our
Own. People why do we try sort them.
Is it, because we are looking for?
Comfort in a mold.
Each day we search for that special
Person to hold.
This world can be empty, and cold.
The fear of growing lonely and
Old constantly plagues my soul.
Copyright © Dana Redricks | Year Posted 2014
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