Alone
As the last snowflake falls upon the eve of winters end.
I envy it.
It is the last of what my heart feels.
Alone
It is only what I can see.
Alone
This is the only thing present.
Surrounded by this heavy feeling of what I am…
Alone
I pass my days under the shade of a weeping willow.
Not even the songbird will sing to me.
All I hear is the hallowed winds softly blowing through the dangling vines.
Sometimes… when I am…
Alone
I sit on an old wooden fence to watch the busy world others not being so…
Alone
I rather decline a ride, then abide by a lifestyle that isn’t mine.
I am alone
I am misunderstood.
Why do I scribe this?
When is it going to end?
Let us rush this and make it end.
The world is against me.
No one listens.
No one really cares.
I translate my tears through poetic language.
It may seem like a lie.
But why would I bother?
Am just the same,
Alone
Without a father,
In a world of problems,
On my own
Alone… is what I feel,
Alone… is what I am,
I still am just as I was yesterday…
Alone
–Leo Ferreira
Circa 2013
Tuesday, 6th July 2004 18:29
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