Loneliness
I stand alone barefoot on a hardwood floor
in the middle of a hot August afternoon
as sunshine beads down upon my brown
weather worn face.
Staring out a single paneless window into a crowd of
seemingly
Happy people
All the while sippping iced tea as the room
becomes pervaded with vintage Withers, Wonder,
Joel and John,
Contemplating my beginning
fearing my end
wondering how I got here
wondering if I will stay here
wondering why heartache is my constant companion
why fear, loneliness and misery live on my side of the
street
wanting more than just to be happy
wanting to be free
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