Written on the eve of my court date and subsequent suicide attempt. Text:
Alone with me-the polished wall
The mocking throng that roams the hall;
So alone with me in grief self made
Will join that bitter pity parade.
In one direction, as evermore
Through the perpetual EXIT door;
As though condemned to a shallow grave
Which is this life that someone gave-
To pose one last riddle without a clue,
To the mocking throng and pathetic few,
Who lose the game that cannot be played,
And backstep in the pity parade;
In that waiting hall with the frantic throng-
While the worthless hours only speed along;
With the naked eye never more to see
How it really is to be alone with me!
I feel for you. very well done.
Gracey500 2 years ago
very nice
krysiepredeoux 2 years ago