alone here in this dark corner
they see me as only a foreigner
will simply focus on how i am alone
sweep away the fact that i have grown
for these shadows are my only friends
with no prominent means to amends
once running from the seeing terror
across the road to trial and error
pulled the strings, not of the puppet
of your heart, to hear the sound of a trumpet
YOU ARE READING
Seclusion
Poetry"Solitude sometimes is the best society." -John Milton; Paradise Lost Note: This is only an altered version of the original poem I wrote. It took some time to thoroughly alter it to where I felt comfortable enough to publish it. That along with the...
