As I write this poem I feel alone,
Maybe because everyone else has gone,
It’s gray outside but the rain is light,
Day has fallen and it’s almost night,
Can you feel it too, it won’t leave or change,
With no rhythm of words that can explain,
So I write about having no rhythm or rhymes,
Without being able to put heart into lines,
I can’t write the poem that I feel within,
And I’m left with nothing to say again,
So I’ll just rhyme about having nothing to say,
And about how I’m alone again today,
And how the TV’s silent behind these ‘phones,
And how An eerie chill goes through my bones,
As I sit and try to write a poem with words unknown,
And end up with a poem about being alone.
 
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