To Be Alone

I go to the city 
To be alone,
Distraction
Calling me away
From myself
Isolating my 
Memory
Burying my 
Thoughts
In endless concrete 
Passing 1000 people 
Never meeting
One
Never meeting 
One
Who will tell me 
About myself
Never meeting 
One
Who will tell me
That Its real
Never meeting 
One
Who will ask the question
Why,
In my darkest
Most confused 
Moments
I go to the city,
—to be alone

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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March 31, 2017 at 11:53 AM
I totally get it.
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