He likes to remain alone,
So others can not annoy him.
This is a lie he tells himself,
To avoid the hurt, so dark and grim.
He doesn't want to get drunk,
Like those on the "Friday Night".
He just wants to be happy,
He just wants to read and write.
He dislikes the physical manifestation,
Given to youthful sex.
But he will not abandon his values,
He will not be the next.
This is not to say,
He is not filled with lust.
He sins as all humans do,
Because sin all humans must.
Deep down he just wants a friend,
Deep down he just wants to be shown,
That he is a good person to love,
And that he is not alone.
4 comments:
I feel alone - it is not a feeling I like.
Everyone feels alone and forsaken to a certain extent, each for their own reasons. It's meeting the people who are alone in the same sense you are that you begin to conquer it. If you can relate to this poem, then you've already met one such person.
im with ya on this one
:) i like this... i hope i'm a friend
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