Elizabeth Sheaffer Poems
Alone In The Crowd
Sitting at a desk in a brightly lit room,
Surrounded by people, but still so alone...
Fighting a feeling of impending doom;
A chill in the room that cuts to the bone.
I've not seen your face in many a day.
The thought of you makes my heart ache so.
Missing your voice; it' so hard to be gay.
Happiness escapes wherever I go.
Dining alone in a quiet cafe'.
Delicious food still seems so bland.
Brown briefcase; a nice attache'.
Fighting to meet life's many demands.
I'm trying to pull myself together
Before I completely fall apart.
Battling to ...
Must poems always be about love, or hate?
Must they always mention God, or fate?
I want to write a poem that's new
But something you can still relate to.
There once was a bird, sitting upon a limb.
A small, baby bird; his mother behind him.
He peered o'er the nest, to the ground far below.
His mum, she pushed him off, and watched him go