Alone Poem by Gillian Commerford

Alone



Its like a magic game I play-
I draw a circle round myself
and no one must come in
and I must stand as stiff as a tree
when there's not a breath of wind.

Its just a game
but all the same
I wish you'd break the rules.

Wednesday, August 20, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: loneliness
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