Home Alone
Home alone I stare at empty rooms and halls filled with silence. Is this how I feel on the inside? Darkness and gloom consume me. I feel so sad all of a sudden.
Is He trying to connect with me? I cannot tell yet I am so confused. So many thoughts , memories, and feelings rush through my head. All for what? Home alone I sit on the floor thinking.
My life has so many prospects when I don’t even know my main priority. Am I mentally ill? Or do I conceive lingering ethical thoughts every other person thinks? Yet again, in this house alone, I sit in sorrow.
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