All around the room I hear conversations swirl
I'm alone, withdrawn in my shell.
Millions of thoughts lightly brush my lips,
but they never escape.
I feel all alone, and out of place.
Not knowing where I belong in this class,
Usually I am able to connect...maybe those times have passed.
So here I sit with my thoughts while I try to blend in,
with my one comrade who will be with me until the end,
My precious paper and pen.
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Author:
littlegoat23 (
Offline) - Published: January 17th, 2017 22:09
- Comment from author about the poem: Wrote this in class today during our break in the middle of class, hope you all enjoy.
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Comments2
Nicely written LG! -- phoenix
Thank you very much
Great one littlegoat23! 🙂
Thank you WriteBeLight
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