Here Alone
Here alone I sit, the house is quiet and dark, I'm so very lonely, my world is falling apart.
My daughter isn't home, has gone away with friends, owe how I miss her, I can't wait till evening begins.
My husband is at work, putting in a long day, then he will come
Home, with not very much to say.
We eat dinner as a family, ask our daughter about her day, then everyone disperses and goes there separate ways.
I truly never imagined, my world would come to this, sitting all alone, all I can do is reminisce.?
Why did I have to get sick, why did my personality have to change, why was my?Appearance affected , in such a negative way.
What I would do to ?Go back to the old me, reclaim my old life and my family.
?I can't help but to feel blame for everyone affected, by my ever changed life, my anxiety and depression.
Here alone I sit, the house is quiet, and dark, no one to? Talk to, my world falling apart.
Copyright © Patience Jones | Year Posted 2017
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