Ben Matthews


Alone


Once again in the silence of my chambers I drift off into the thoughts of my mind pondering why I must be so miserable Once again I lay apon my pallet alone thinking why must I torture myself My chambers are small but it's so still you can hear a heartbeat slowly growing with sound You can hear dust fall slowly to the ground I have never felt so alone to the point I call apon my god to send someone for me to not feel alone And yet I lay miserably alone dreaming that one day I won't be alone any more

©Ben Matthews

Submitted: Friday, April 11, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, April 15, 2014

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  • Gajanan Mishra (5/11/2014 9:25:00 PM)

    Feel not alone at any time, no one is alone, I like the feeling, thanks.
    Please read my poems and say something I like to hear more from you. (Report) Reply

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