Alone in this crowd, smothered with regret and now doubt.
Branded a waste by the management, abruptly tossed out,
No more use for me, that ship has sailed, all hope went south.
Respect doesn't know me and has no Idea what I'm talking about.
Alone in this room my questions are asked aloud.
What have I done or said to be abandoned like an orphan child?
I've apologized a thousand times; give me the number I'd walk the miles.
If that's what it takes to hear you laugh, say our grace or see you smile.
Why can't I find the words to bring you back to "us", back to "we"?
How do I approach a Lioness in her element and not be the meat?
Why are the answers she gives me, handed in silence freely?
Am I a fool for loving from my soul, whole-heartedly?
Alone in my head, analytic with the frames.
confused with the reminded memory, was it all a game?
I hope the smiles were real, with the love being the same.
I feel like this is a dream, this reality hit like a damn train.
Alone in my alone wishing the only person to break
me, come pull me back together.
With just a real smile and take me
back to clearer thoughts and better weather.
Alexander Sanders
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'Alone in my alone'
Brilliant!!!
I simply bow to your superior poetic talent.
It is a privilege to read your Art, thank you!
Thank you so very much for such an awesome compliment. and you're welcome,
"How do I approach a Lioness in her element and not be the meat?"
Liked this line. I understand you had a big quarrel. Do you know that the development of relationships is not a “prosperous swamp”, where there is peace and quiet and God's grace. No. Through hardship to the stars. As psychologists say, quarrels are the engine of progress in couples. Everything will be alright!
thank you so very much
Well-wrought meditation on the mystery of how to make "us" back into "we."
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