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ALONE
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dark/grey area poems Sitting in my room,
Quiet as a tomb,
Almost like I'm waiting,
For my own certain doom.
The batteries,
In my clock are dead,
And the books on my shelf,
All have been read.
This is the feeling,
That I most dread,
The feeling,
That I,
Am alone.
Can absolutely empathise with
Can absolutely empathise with you on this, it's a mind numbing feeling- horrible when it hits you. I think this poem is very good and makes its point very clearly. :-) x