August 27, 2010
It's said that solitude is healthy;
I beg to disagree.

Tell that to the boy
Whose most dependable companions
Go by the names of Sorrow and Heartache.

He knows not the light of sun,
Laughter is a foreign concept.
A smile is but a myth
He sees pasted on the faces
Of strangers he will never know.

Are there others like him?
Surrounded by desolate darkness,
Trapped in a forever endless night.

Surrounded by people, he is alone.
Who is the outsider?
Him or them?

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Zette2 said...
Sept. 20, 2010 at 12:14 pm
Profound!!  You write from the soul!
bailey94 replied...
Sept. 20, 2010 at 8:42 pm
thank you!
C0rinn3 said...
Sept. 19, 2010 at 3:37 pm
so haunting and well written!
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