Alone
The night has become my dearest friend
I can hide from prying eyes and loud rough knocks on my door
i need no excuse to lie down as I pull my phone up close and put it on busy
No explanation needed as i say my message on my Voivemail that i am unavailable
and so i am ..to you and you and you
For you do not know my problems..laughable to you
but the mistake i made in coming here is very clear..
No choice you say,,that is right and for that reason i am
And no other but you will not see me or hear from me or talk
Just an occasional quote or picture to let you know I am alive
Another cold night in a hot steamy room
As i get bitten in my sleep and dread the morn and the knocks on the door..i shall not answer.
Aug 2018
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