Sitting Home Alone .

Sitting Home Alone .

I should make

efforts to make

this poem known

Instead of sitting

home alone .

Not that it’s

some standard

of established good

or bad ,

It’s just so very sad

that

It sits here on it’s own

waiting

to be received,

reflected on,

perceived,

perhaps

to mirror someone else’s

thoughts,

life condition,

woes,

or

Someone else’s throws

of passion or regrets .

This poem needs

company,

and a reference point ,

just like everybody else.

From “The Black and other Base elements ” by PWChaltas

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