Being alone is a lot to shoulder.
Like walking up a hill.
Pushing a boulder.
Being alone can be pretty scary.
Like a dark alleyway.
Next to a cemetery.
Being alone can feel like the end.
Like experiencing the world.
Without meeting a friend.
Being alone is like looking at death.
Like travelling through space.
As you run out of breath.
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Author:
StephenJames (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Sometimes I struggle with where im at in life.
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