#alone poem

[senor-plume]

Ennui Lunch

3 o'clock no one steak table solitaire fork plate half empty water glass one rose limp in vase browning chew slice pick enter repeat Tuesdays clouds hang no cloth no napkin tucked in bare chested empty lap grinding cow with stained ivory alone under ceiling of cheap design swallow nothing... not even Rossini birds can fly me out a silken ladder rises to dishes waiting wet ugly my sin my sin of old age ennui it feasts on me as I push the chair out

[sweetcupcakewerewolf]

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[nebula90]

All relationships have one law: never make the one you love feel alone, especially when you’re there.

Oke darl?

[nebula90]

When nobody wakes you up in the morning and nobody waits for you at night and when you can do whatever you want, what do you call it, freedom or loneliness?

[nebula90]

I feel Sick

No,

I fell Forgotten.

[skerrvy]

Cause if your happy in your head, then solitude is blessed, and alone is okay.

Tanya Davis