Lone

Sitting on the park bench
The boy watches geese
Ever so carefully
As though he wants
To be one of them.
Is one of them
At least for the moment.
They swim across the pond
Happily.
Not a care in the world
And with friends.
The boy turns away.
Starts crying
Uncontrollably.
The wind jabs me in my gut.
I admit.
I am still that boy.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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Van Breda Avatar
October 5, 2013 at 8:25 AM
Great imagery and introspection Jacob. I found this poem very deep and emotional-- well done.
Cra Avatar
October 12, 2013 at 6:08 PM
Thank you so much! I usually write children's poems, with lots of creativity and rhyming. This took a bit more work to pull off. Thanks for the kind words... they're very meaningful.
Michelle Avatar
October 4, 2013 at 9:47 PM
Oh my goodness, you captured my heart with this poem. So simple on the outside but so deep. I love love loved it. Don't believe I've read any of your work before... I should. Love, Juli-Michelle
Cra Avatar
October 12, 2013 at 6:12 PM
Your kind words are much appreciated! As I said to Ms. Gorelick, I typically do not write poems of any deeper value. They're usually just simple little poems for kids. I am very glad to hear that you feel this way about my work. Your thoughtfulness and kindness means a lot!
Gorelick Avatar
October 4, 2013 at 9:26 PM
A sad poem Jacob..Well written though..I like the format too. BG
Cra Avatar
October 12, 2013 at 6:03 PM
Thank you! Your kind comment is much appreciated!
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