a poem about being alone.


Here I Sit


Here I sit encompassed by these placid walls
With only my thoughts to keep me company.
I ramble along, performing meaningless tasks
Methodically, mechanically, without premeditation.
What day is this? Today? Tomorrow? Or is it yesterday?
They all seem to interweave.
Difficult to recognize where one ends and another begins.
But still I carry on. Why?
Do I dare to dream of some secret my future might conceal?
I fear I must, in order to prevail!




Poetry by Judith Berto
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Written on 2006-11-15 at 23:10

Tags Loneliness  Loss  Sorrow 

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Антони
Beautiful. it has a nice flow; great wording.
2006-11-15