Alone i sit and think,
about what life is like ,
and how it should be,
but I don’t understand why,
that every time i lie,
to myself and others,
about why my life stinks.
I’ve been going at this alone,
too burdened to show,
that being alone,
is hell for me,
that I’ll always be alone,
with my thoughts and prayers for a home
but I know i made it this far,
so why do I want to go ,
away from all i know,
and leave my comfort zone.
So i keep sitting here and thinking,
waiting for the answer to hit me,
but whilst i do that im packing
up my mind so i can find me,
a resting place of my choosing
and be in peace at home.
So now i sit and think,
about all that life has given me,
whilst i go home,
to the place beyond hope,
where that fatal day lies,
where i can either fight or fly.
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Author:
Thomas Mikaelson (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 27th, 2020 17:25
- Comment from author about the poem: Don’t know where i got the inspiration for this but the words just came to me and I thought and knew it was right, hope you enjoy
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
That place is within you Thomas, all you need to do is fight through to your future, you are young enough to change your life into the wonder that I have had for the last seventy years. Life is good just look for the light that will be there for you
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