What else is there (for me?)
All these words surround me, hide inside, lurking inside, around,
and about the stones by the shoreline.
Like the waves smooth things out on great monuments
just by flowing
I love this night going, now going to early morning in the city
where I reside,
birds talk,
people soon waking up
my cue, to let it all be
the morning sun is hurting me
like the vampire I am
and see, I understand their world
but they don't do
mine
And I love the lonely,
I love the alone
I feel for the lonely sad guy
that is me
tonight
Poetry by Ivan R
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Written on 2014-08-12 at 05:17
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