Alone

August 10, 2008
By Anonymous

I walk alone under empty skies,
I think about the truth, I think about the lies.
I want to know what people care,
Yet to ask them now, I do not dare.
I know that if we all try,
Someday, somehow, we'll get by.
But I know right now it's not going to happen,
By seeing the use of their destructive contraption.
All alone as I walk through the door,
Head to my room, the arguing I ignore.
Sitting calmly inside my mind,
Tomorrow, today will be put behind.


The author's comments:
My work is usually depressing. I've been told that I'll be the next Edgar Allen Poe. Like it or not, this is who I am, this is what I write. The only thing I ask of you is that you don't take this and call it your own. I don't like to go by my first name, online I prefer Kushikito. If ever you want to talk about poetry, I will be free to share your thoughts.

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